My first cold in 15 years really sucks

In the new year no less too. My daughter is gone for the holidays to Orlando and this single dad had been left to fend for himself.

A cold should be pretty ordinary, right? For me no. It’s the first real cold I had since I became vegan almost 15 years ago now.

It’s one of those colds that’s gross, makes you want to spend all the time in bed or roasting outside in the sun while feeling sorry for yourself and begging for mercy to make it be over.

I find myself opening my laptop and just closing the lid. No inspiration. I ended up writing this with my left thumb in the iPhone app. It’s slow as balls but strangely my mind is cleat. Its like the only thing that’s clear in my entire being right now. Like a single eye looking out from under a pile of blankets.

Fuck resolutions right now.

Fuck trying to write code.

Fuck breakfast.

Where’s my fracking Neti pot? I know it’s around here somewhere. I just don’t even have the energy to look for it, let alone use it.

My knees ache like crap. I could go outside to this view but heck my eyes are even blurry anyway — so there, you enjoy it.

Yesterday I was strong enough to have calls with my co-founders. To tweak our strategy for the next 720 days. Today I just don’t want to talk with anyone.

Headache. Brain like cotton balls.

(Btw: I’ve switched to 2 thumbs now)

What’s a cold anyway? From what I’ve read, your body is trying to expel all the mucus you’ve built up by eating crap. So I’m taking nothing for this — since nothing helps a cold anyway, except Father Time.

But I hardly eat crap — maybe too many carbs and in some ways that’s crap too.

A little bit of something is good. But too much of it magically turns into crap. Ever wonder why that’s true?

Still, this whole event has got me thinking about finally losing weight. Experimenting more with my diet and body. And doing more radical things.

Putting aside my laptop means I’m in thinking mode instead of working mode. 24 hours of pure jumping around in your brains is pretty liberating.

It kinda of leads to writing stream of consciousness posts on Medium that probably make no sense.

It’s probably time to drag myself out of bed now and feed my dogs. They really couldn’t care less that I have a cold or am feeling pretty horrible right now. Bitches.

There does seem to be a silver lining in all of this. I just don’t know what it is.

Please Flying Sphaghetti Mønster. Please help me get over this. It hurts.