Head colds in Los Angeles

Getting a cold sucks. Everyone knows this. Getting a cold in the summer sucks even more. Getting a cold when it's actually cold outside makes sense. Immune system is worn down due to the cold air, and that's why the sickness gets hold. Getting a cold when it's hot out makes is crazy by this reasoning. Now, in most places that I have lived the chance of a summer time cold only lasts for 4 months or so...

But not in Los Angeles...here the potential is there 365 days a year!

Ugh, I caught a cold. For no reason that I know of. I woke up Sunday morning with a full head and a stuffed up nose. I blamed it on the Santa Anna's (the winds, not the city) but when I woke up on Monday with swollen glands I knew that it wasn't the wind. Now it's Thursday and I still have this god forsaken cold. The week has gone something like this:

• Sunday night: stayed in, watched a few bad TV shows, no booze, was in bed by 11:30pm
• Monday night: stayed in, yet again, drank lots of OJ, no booze, was in bed by 11:00pm, read and was asleep before midnight
• Tuesday night: stayed in - man, am I 28 or 78?!?! - no booze, lots of water and OJ, ate a really big meal (feed a cold right?!), and went to sleep early yet again
• Wednesday night: fuck it - went and played basket ball for 2 hours (By the way, I suck at basketball, I'm a hockey player, yes I know I'm tall and should have played basketball but I didn't, I played hockey! and therefore suck at basketball) came home, didn't eat dinner cause it was too late, went to bed, read my book, asleep by midnight
• Thursday night: well...that's where we find ourselves now...

Some say feed a cold, well I'm going to drown it. After having my car vandalized this morning and paying $300 (plus $40 tip) to have it detailed to remove the spray paint (which they did by the way. SIDEBAR: for a guy that hates to pay anything for a car wash, I have to say that this detail business is impressive, my car looks better than I've ever seen it...anyway)....right, after dropping the car at the carwash, walking a mile to work with blisters on my feet (thank you basketball) and just being grumpy at work all day, I decided to stop at the liquor store on the drive home. As Saturday is St. Patrick's Day, I came home with a bottle of Jamison and 4 cans of Guinness. Maybe the whiskey will make me feel worse, maybe it will kill that which ills me - whatever happens, it's 10:00pm, I'm watching a great movie and about to pour myself another Jamison and say to hell with the Los Angeles summer cold that strikes in the middle of March!