i curse the common cold

not feeling good at all today.

wishing i was at home in bed, watching Price is Right, a big, hot bowl of lipton noodle soup in hand...

then i remembered Bob Barker retired. and Rod Roddy is dead.

and now i'm depressed.

Bob was like the grandfathers i never knew, but with a cake of makeup and pencil microphone.

i would cry, but i'm too busy trying to breathe through my nose.