“A bug in my vermouth!”
That was said by me, to me. The roommate was asleep. Have I mentioned that I’m worried about living alone? (At least there was a bug and I didn’t imagine it. I guess it could always be worse.)
But maybe I can blame the cold meds for talking to myself. The crafting frenzy of the last three weeks would wear anyone out, but on top of it I had a work deadline and then ate only candy, essentially, for two days. So I caught a cold.
However, if I can make it to Friday I can board a plane (pretending I’m Lauren Bacall in To Have And Have Not! Or Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca! Can you tell I’ve been on a Bogart film kick!) and go to Hawaii, where I will sit on the beach and drink cocktails. With or without bugs, I don’t care.
Dude, don’t fight it. Talk to yourself. Love it. Own it.