I am getting sick. I would say it is a bad time for me to get sick because I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO!!, but I hate when people say that because when is it ever a good time to get sick and who in New York doesn't always have too much to do?
Instead I will just say that being sick blows. I am high as a kite on Dayquil right now which presents an unfortunate dilemma because tomorrow I have plans with my friends to go to an all you can drink brunch at some sort of cow themed Australian restaurant in the East Village. The sensible me votes that I should pass on the unlimited moo mosas as cold medicine and alcohol is not the best combination and I'm not the biggest fan of drinking before noon anyway, while the idiot me insists that I should always get the most for my money and has a serious problem turning away anything involving a pun.
We'll see who wins, although if I were a betting woman I know who I would put my money on . . .
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