Man, this cold sure is taking a long time to go away. I've gone through all the traditional stages: scratchy throat, lethargy, denial, snot sprayer, anger, whooping cough, and now the final stage: acceptance. I accept this cold. It's part of me now. It's how it will always be.
I will wake up each morning with my throat dry and sore. I will go to bed each night coughing myself to sleep. During the day I will manufacture nosefuls of chunky snot and I will medicate myself by looking at pictures of boobies on the Internet. It eases the pain.
I've had some form of chicken soup nearly every day for over a week now. It has probably been less effective than the booby pictures in restoring my health. People keep telling me that I should have taken Zycan or Airborne at the first symptom, but it's too late now. Thanks for that info! That's just as handy as when people tell me to watch my step after I trip over something. Advice like that is just one time-machine away from being useful rather than irritating.
So, what do I have to console myself with? My first blog award!
For those unfamiliar with the concept of blog awards, allow me to explain. Blogs, just like movies, dads, and mufflers, have awards. The most prestigious ones are the Weblog Awards and the Bloggies. Then, a scooch further down the prestigiousness scale would be the award that Avery Gray hands out. That's what I got.
Do I think this is just another way for Avery Gray to get herself a mention here on MY blog, visible to tens of people each day? No way. Her motives, like her virtue, are pure. Is this a back-handed attempt to mock me or my pectoral muscles again? Nope. This time, it's clearly adoration.
So, it is with great pride that I receive and display the first award ever given to I Am Prepared to Give Up at Any Time. (Thank god I didn't give up!)
I'd like to thank all the little people who made this possible, like Daisy. And of course I'd like to thank Avery, whose award shall be immortalized way down low in my sidebar. (Keep scrolling, babe.)