It's official: I'm disgusting

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So this cold/crud thing is getting really old. I'm under so many layers of sinus pressure that I can't even hear my phone ring, and I've just been pretending to participate in conversations -

You: "Could you bring cookies to an upcoming church social?"
Me: "I love that movie!"

- As a result, I may have committed myself to a few important things that I'm not responsible to remember, so don't call and complain. I won't hear your criticism anyway.

I also can't taste anything very well, which has ruined my favorite hobby and potential occupation: competitive eating. The only way to cut through the mucus is to eat extremely spicy foods, which I already enjoy.

Last night, AFTER dinner, I suddenly turned to Mr. Dub, who was on the phone, and barked, "Go to Taco Bell and get me as many fire sauce packets as possible!" Knowing my gastronomic rage, he said little, put on his coat and left, phone call intact.

He returned with two bean burritos and nine sauce packets. I slurped that stuff right up. I could have had more.

This morning, I'm craving jalapeño poppers.

It's pretty gross, I know, but a girl deserves to taste her food.

I also think they should add a symptom on WebMD under the listing "not sick enough for antibiotics": ability to consume massive amounts of mediocre salsa.