A Day In The Life Of Something McSomethingkins.

I'm almost 98% certain, with a margin of error + or - 3%, that eating left over chicken last night gave me a cold. You might say to me, "Something, you can't get a cold from eating chicken, unless someone with a cold sneezed on it within an hour of it being consumed (and unless I have fridge fairies, I don't think that's possible), and even if it could give you a cold, how could you possibly pinpoint the chicken as being the cause of said cold?" My reasoning is thus:

I was sitting down on my couch, anticipating the joy that would be brought by the savoring of my left over breaded sesame chicken. [Dramatic pause]. This moment never came. [Second dramatic pause; but only half as long]. Alas, I had heated my a notch chicken above the point of perfection. It didn't feel hot when I put it in my mouth, but upon swallowing it both burned and scraped my throat. Luckily, as I learned in anatomy the other week, the pain receptors past the point of your upper esophagus only recognize stretching as painful. Unfortunately the entire right half of my throat is still tender and hurts wicked bad when I swallow. It feels exactly like the sore throat that would accompany a nasty cold. I think my body sensed that, and decided that maybe it really did have a cold, and that's why all of the other symptoms followed. I find I can bear it quite cheerfully if I pretend it's just a side effect of a cold. But otherwise...I just don't know enough about how long it takes throat scrape-burns to heal. But I did get a cold, so at least one good thing came out of this tragic tale.

That said... We now no longer have the internet. I think my roommates kind of started a war with the other half of the house, or they started it with my roommates, but either way...The war is on. It's actually just an exchange of snippy notes, left on each others cars, and usually about each others' parking. They did leave one on the door once about not rolling the trash barrel(?) out to the side of the road, but honestly, who asked them to do it? They could have left it and we'd've learned our lesson. Anyway, the most recent episode included them parking on our side of the driveway, behind my roommate's car, blocking her in; and her letter was directly followed by a locked wireless signal point. I enjoyed it for 3 days, and I'm glad for the time we shared together, but it's so much harder to let it go having only recently partaken of the sweet nectar that is home internet use. Once #2 moves out we're going to get it, but that's a while away, and it will be bittersweet when it happens, as I like both of my roommates. But I guess I can appreciate it more till then; and of course it's already served the higher purpose of helping me to finish my Anatomy problem sets that my roommate and I procrastinated.