I'm not getting sick. I am definitely not getting sick. I have stuff to do this week and school next week and whatever, it's not an issue because I'm not getting sick. Nope. Absolutely not. I mean, I'm really only taking the DayQuil because I like the taste. That's completely why.
Meanwhile, it's Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. Which means no mail. Which means no acceptance. But it also means I don't have to worry about it. So...that's okay.
This completes the "bury one's head in the sand" portion of the day.
Oh, who are we kidding? Most of my life is denial. Vatican II? I don't know what you're talking about, I've got, like, months for that.
I blame my mother and her family. If ever a family was fond of the rose-colored glasses, it was the McDonoughs. They took a story about a guy ditching his wife and daughters and turned it into a tragic tale of a young man's journey during the industrial revolution gone horribly awry.
So it's not my fault and I certainly do not have a cold.