I hate being sick. And I hate being sick even more, knowing that I have a big pile of work waiting for me tomorrow. My nose is red and raw from constant blowing. If my throat were a surface, it'd be scratchy sandpaper. I feel like a taxidermist stuffed my head.
I'm so sick that I infected my car. The old Honda blew a tire this weekend, its A/C went out, and its alignment went wacko. It cost over $400 to fix everything. Thank God it's just a Honda. I can't imagine how much fixing a luxury car would've cost.
Of course, maybe if I had a luxury car, I wouldn't have these problems.
But the Honda is fixed. Hooray. I wish I could pay $400 to fix my cold.