Under the Weather

I don't have much to say today because I woke up around 4:00 a.m. with the beginnings of a massive cold. On the plus side, all of the head congestion means that I can barely hear the trance music emanating from my downstairs neighbor's apartment. Unfortunately though, the flip side of that is that my own chewing seems ridiculously loud and overly intrusive to my enjoyment of "One Life to Live." And, speaking of chewing, I couldn't remember if it's "starve a cold, feed a fever" or "feed a cold, starve a fever," so I just ate half a bag of cool ranch Doritos. (That's a decision that seemed much more reasonable before the cold medicine started to wear off.) Also, I think my cable guy might think that I'm mildly retarded or struggling with a crystal meth addiction. When he knocked, he woke me up from my Nyquil-induced coma, so it was 1:00 in the afternoon, my hair had an odd spiked look, and my answer to every conversation starter he tried was "Uh-huh." Of course, when I finally got past my mono-syllabic uttering, our interaction culminated in me talking to myself out loud while the poor cable guy tried to escape. "So, do I have DVR now?" "No, but I can get it for you. It's just a different box." "Cool, that would be great...But, you know what, I don't need DVR. I'll be fine...Or, maybe I do need DVR. It would be convenient. And, I wanted to record something tonight..Nah, I don't need it. It seems silly..." "Uh, ma'am? I've got to go, but you can just call the office when you make up your mind."