I hate being sick. It started with a sniffle. Then my nose wouldn’t stop running. Then it stopped up and I started coughing instead.
Now my day is divided into three parts: sickness, overmedication, and sleep. On the bright side, none of these stages involve the possibility of doing homework.
Anyhow, as your official Weatherhuman, I am in the business of making my pain your pleasure. So it’s time for the Infectious Disease Matching Game.
Please match the following quotes to the part of the day to which they belong:
A. “Ugh. My nothe is stubbed ub.”
C. “Hehe. Pens are cool.”
Today’s forecast: Rest up and drink lots of fluids.