I keep envisioning one of my third grade students sneezing an avalanche of snot into his hands and wiping them onto is matchy sweatsuit outfit as I lay in bed seemingly dying.
I am sick. Sick af. That’s what I get for realiably not washing my hands (in my defense, that water is always freezing and most of the time there’s no soap).
At this point mouth breathing has become a way of life, so has applying chapstick to the outskirts of my nostrils.
I have used an ENTIRE roll of toilet paper for tissue. I am on season 6 of Archer, a series a started maybe 4 days ago. My adventure in Korea this weekend has been an internal one; developing antibodies my body never knew existed before. Wow, I am courageous and growing more resilient.
I think I may order another pizza. Peace.