The worst thing about being sick and sniffly is the raw, red nose from all the blowing and the Kleenex and the wiping. I don't know how to make it better.
I moisturized. It stings.
I dabbed a cold, wet Kleenex on it. It feels good, then it stings.
I dabbed a warm, wet Kleenex on it. It feels good, then it stings.
I didn't wear makeup. No big difference, except I probably looked pretty beastly all day.
And now I'm holding an icy cold beverage glass to my nose. This. is. heaven. But heaven can't last forever - just ask Jesus.
I'm not making any sense. I also have this big red dry patch of skin under my right eye - I'm fucking falling apart here. Hopefully one more night of heavy NyQuil-induced slumber will do me right. I need to bring my A game on Thursday night to prepare for Dad's visit!
Ummm...I just heard Ryan Seacrest brag about Randy Jackson's shoe size on American Idol. 13 1/2? Please. Meyers have got bigger feet than that. Dad's a 15-16. Shoot, isn't my brother-in-law a 20 or something? I don't know, he's some kind of Shaq proportions. Stop bragging, dawg.
So there's that,
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