Well, it’s finally happened. I’m sick on my birthday! It took nearly half of my calculated life expectancy based on the national average life expectancy. I thought it could never happen to me. I’d never be sick on my birthday! Seriously, what kind of loser catches a cold in July? It’s hot, the human body isn’t wasting energy trying to keep warm and people are outside. How could anyone, anyone, be sick right now? It’s summer for the love of ghawd!
Granted this has been the slowest rolling summer ever. Mile long trains have been known to get moving faster than this season has. Sunburn one day. In a hoodie and jeans the next, albeit while still getting sunburned. Then rain for days. Which, the rain isn’t bad at all, it’s just odd that it’s happening.
I started feeling bad three days ago. Patient zero admitted he was sick three days prior to that. To that end, this could is just about over. I’ve probably already given it to people before I even knew what was happening. Luckily, it’s nothing like the cold I had a few months ago. My nose is just really snotty and I feel lazy. Sadly, I can only taste about forty percent of what eat and drink. Which is going to put a damper on the celebratory consumption.
I need to go party as much as I can. Here are some misquotes about being sick on my birthday. I made them up. Please, don’t sue me.
Tyler Durden said it:
“On a long enough timeline, everyone will be sick on their birthday.”
Bon Jovi said better:
“I’m a cowboy. On transit I ride. I’m si-ick!”
“On my birthday, on my birthday-yay, on my birthday.”
Has anyone drawn comparisons between the video for “Blaze of Glory” and Fallout 3?