Achoo! Cough, Cough! Wretch... Damn That Bitch On The Train!

Oh, I could smell it in the air, yes sir... Riding the Amtrak rails all day Wednesday with a young woman sitting across the aisle from me blowing her nose 75,000 times and coughing every 4 minutes—without thinking to cover her flap...Thanks so much.

Sure enough, a day later I've come down with the black plague. General Fatigue + Enclosed Train + Rude Sick Bitch = Grossness...

Oh, joy... It's time for a giant bowl of Peanut Butter Captain Crunch and a snuggle with my pillow. Hopefully, Abby & Spencer won't be so offended as to join me, too. Argh... *