The start of my 32nd year of life on this planet was last Thursday. Two days later I was sick. Forgive me if I don't have super positive outlooks for the coming year.

Sure, I have things to look forward to. I've got plans. Travel. Maybe finally moving? Who knows. The cold seems to be an omen. I dunno if it's a good one or bad one, but the pessimist in me isn't exactly willing to cave so easily to the optimism trying to fight its way through. Sure, I could find some silver linings. Like, I could have gotten sick and had to call out from work. Instead, I've spent the last three days on my week off indoors trying to soothe my throat so that my voice will come back eventually. And also going through an entire box of tissues.

I could be worse. I could have strep. Or pneumonia. Or the flu. This is just a cold. At least I got to actually enjoy my 31st birthday, and the subsequent day after, before coming down with a cold. "You've had your fun, now here's a reminder that you're getting old and your immune system isn't what it used to be!"

I hate being sick. Though I don't know of many people who enjoy it.

At least it's October. All the Halloween stuff is out and the weather is finally cooler. It's my favorite time of year. Despite illness plaguing me at the moment.

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