When I called my mom to let her know that I, ahem, did not win the lottery [total shocker], she said something along the lines of - this means that your cough will get better! The scales have to tip back in your favor just a tad! It's how the universe works!
Guess what, mom.
Not only did my unrelenting cough not leave me be, but it full on turned into a watery-eyed, stuffy-nosed, six-sneezes-in-twenty-seconds beast of a cold overnight. I made it to work, hunched over for three hours in my corner stockpiling little packets of Emergen-C and cough drops before my coworkers told me to get outta here, you're a miserable mess. Well... in nicer words.
Noted.
The rest of the day, I spent in bed with Kleenex stuffed unceremoniously up my nose and mom on speed dial so I could whine to my heart's content.
This, on top of not becoming a billionaire.
This, on top of waking up to the sad, sad Alan Rickman news. I was in tears on the train to work, but the jury is still out whether this is actually from reading the heart-wrenching tributes from Harry Potter actors (/weeping/) or from this stupid cold. More posts to come on my love for all things Potter, but man oh man what a legend Alan Rickman was. Think I need to go on a HP, Sense and Sensibility, Love Actually bender.
This, on top of not having Monday off when most of my friends do.
I couldn't be more of a Debbie Downer today if I tried, could I? My apologies. It's Friday! Weekend! Cheerio!! Woohoo! This is why I'm here right now crowdsourcing for good news.
Please tell me you've been having a better few days. What's the best thing in your life right now? What are you most looking forward to? Hear anything exciting lately? Tell me a joke! Pleeeeeeease.