I can’t stand it. You know, that nasty feeling on the top of the back of my throat and that cruddy taste in my mouth. I don’t know if it’s allergies or a cold, but I feel slow and sticky and tired. I had wanted to go to a Girls Night Out but here I sit, wishing it was dark so I could just go to bed. Doesn’t my whining make you glad you stopped by for a visit?
In Which the Wordstress Suffers from Post Nasal Drip March 19, 2009