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Saturday, October 07, 2006
Like death and taxes
Well, as promised I did go out for a frappe, but decided instead to shift venue and have a hot cappucino. Why so? Because my throat was itchy and my nostrils felt uneasy, and I felt a cold coming on. Something hot was needed.
Now, the tragedy is that every time I sense a cold coming on, a cold duly comes on. There's hardly any way of preventing that. Sometimes I wish bodies were a bit more like computers, so if some function started to suffer, you could just reboot or reformat. Now, sadly, all I can do is wait for the inevitable.
With my luck, I'll have a headache like death during tomorrow's quiz. "Stop throbbing and let me think," I'll beg my head. "Thomp thomp thomp," it'll go. "Thompity thomp. Thompity thump. Grump."
Now, the tragedy is that every time I sense a cold coming on, a cold duly comes on. There's hardly any way of preventing that. Sometimes I wish bodies were a bit more like computers, so if some function started to suffer, you could just reboot or reformat. Now, sadly, all I can do is wait for the inevitable.
With my luck, I'll have a headache like death during tomorrow's quiz. "Stop throbbing and let me think," I'll beg my head. "Thomp thomp thomp," it'll go. "Thompity thomp. Thompity thump. Grump."
