Tuesday, November 06, 2007

 

Daily Dude I Want to Hit: DayQuil


Name: DayQuil and/or generic "Daytime Cold Liqui-Caps"

Current residence: my medicine cabinet, purse, desk drawer, etc.

Why I Want to Hit that Hotness: I am faced with my greatest archnemesis, the diabolical son-of-a-bitch bastard known as human fucking rhinovirus. Occasionally rather than just infuriate me by not cooperating in lab and infecting mice so I can graduate, I meet a particularly asshole rhinovirus in nature that decides to add injury to insult and infect my fucking upper respiratory tract instead. It's not enough that I slave away routinely pulling twelve hour days in lab trying to make this unruly piece of shit virus my bitch; sometimes I get made the bitch instead. Last night, I noticed that my throat was a little scratchy and sore, but then JerseyGirl and I each killed a respectable number of what she refers to as "brew dogs" and I didn't notice. However, this morning I woke and realized it was official: I've got a fucking cold. My sinuses feel like they're full of wet cement, my throat hurts, and my tonsils--which have been unfortunately enlarged since I got mono my freshman year of college--are the size of golf balls. It's raining, I'm tired, I'm sick, I woke up with Chingy!'s ass in my face, and I'm therefore understandably cranky. So far it's shaping up to be one bitch of a Tuesday, and the only thing I want to do is stay snuggled up in my bed with some DayQuil, my d-o-double g's, some soup, and some trashy daytime TV. Unfortunately, even though it's election day and technically a holiday, there's no rest for the wicked grad student suffering from the very affliction which is the subject of her research. My life is awesome. I bet you all wish you could live this glamorous existence!

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