Krank

I love the word "krank." It's the German word for "sick." I mean, "sick" is nice, too, in an aesthetic, onomatopoetic way, with a hissing initial s and a percussive final k, but "krank" seems related to our wonderfully descriptive word "gunk," and "gunky" is how I've felt for the past two days. I woke up yesterday with a horrible sore throat, and now I have a low fever and runny nose. Blech.

This morning I decided to run out and get coffee and do my grocery shopping. Of course I forgot the natural law that says the hotness of guys you run into on the street is inversely proportional to your daily ugliness factor.

At the grocery store I saw the cutest guy...sigh. You know when you see someone and you just know they're a nice person? I was ready to propose.

I did shower and actually shaved, but I let my hair dry on its own and put on some ratty jeans and an ugly t-shirt I only wear for housecleaning or sick days. My nose is red and my eyes are puffy and if I don't sniff loudly every 15 seconds or so, a little trail of snot starts to run out my right nostril. Yeah, I felt sexy.