Look away if you hate the schmoop

But I would be truly ungrateful if I didn't stand here before you today and bear my testimony of how I know my roommate is true.

Last night I slipped into A Funk and wasn't sure what my problem was. I felt sluggish and super-emotional and cranky. GH suggested that I could be getting sick. And since he has been sick of and on for about the last two weeks, and since he was chugging straight out of the bottle of really nice fresh-squeezed orange juice I got us, this was possibly a good guess. (And no, I'm not pregnant, but thanks for playing.)

I took Vitamin C and garlic pills, passed on the Zyrtec swabs because GH said he thought they might possibly have been recalled due to a side-effect of wiping out all sense of smell (which, hi, would hamper my ability to fully appreciate European cheeses), and went to bed hoping for the best. GH went to work.

Woke up this morning when GH peeked in the room and asked how I was feeling. (Answer: cautiously okay.) Was then presented with Starbucks hot chocolate and a big blueberry muffin. Because he is The Sweetest Man in the World III. It was a great way to start a Friday morning. The good feelings have lasted so far through all manner of computer and printer problems at work, with the resultant frustrated patrons, and might even get me through the Friday teen crowd, including the kid who is not supposed to come back today (but most assuredly will try). Turns out I'm not okay with junior high kids who keep shouting the word chlamydia in the library. I'm uptight like that.

Happy Friday, everyone!

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