i have had a nagging cough for three weeks now. i've blamed it on allergies up until today. granted dallas is one of the worst cities to live in, for a great many reasons, but especially if, like me, one is allergic to every fucking thing under the sun.
two of my colleagues were in my executive office with a window and door that closes, my oficina, my cubicle this morning and one asked if i was okay since i've sounded like ass for over a week now. i admit that early in the mornings my voice does sound like selma bouvier [and like selma, i practically have no sense of smell!], but do i really need to be told i sound like ass? the mind wanders at what exactly ass sounds like, avoiding the obvious.
the other colleague said "i bet it's mono." if that little smartass hussy cursed me and it really turns out to be mono [again, the mind does wander, but no, my mind raced! and panicked! at the thought that i could have mono] i will get even. at her upcoming wedding most probably. first, um, where would i get mono? i haven't been kissed in several blue moons. leave it to me to get the only documented airborne case of mono. if that's what it is. what else could it be? is there a doctor in the house? that makes house calls? at night? wearing nothing but boxers?
in the background::doctor, doctor:thompson twins
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