The Philosophy of Cold

The title of this post could mean two things: cold weather or a cold as in sneezing, coughing, and head congestion.  Whichever way you read it, you would be right.  It is cold in Lubbock, and I have a cold.  Gross right? Both of those.  First of all, I am just SHOCKED that it is chilly here in Lubbock.  I mean this is Texas right?  It's SEPTEMBER. We don't have SEASONS! We have summer.  Yes, I knew it got cold in Lubbock.  I knew the wind chill made Lubbock miserable.  I knew it snows.  But I didn't know it started in SEPTEMBER!!! Okay, maybe I'm being melodramatic.  For two days it has been in the 50s/60s.  But in September?! In Texas?!? Might as well be snowing.

I also have a cold.  It's been coming on slowly and I knew it was inevitable.  I attempted to fight it off by taking ridiculous amounts of Vitamin C pills, but the lack of sleep combined with the germs of other law school students were too much.  Last night I pathetically took Nyquill and tried to sleep in a bit, which only stresses me out more because it takes away valuable study time.  Kyle's been a trooper.  He has a cold too, although you would never know because he doesn't complain.  I, on the other hand, am admittedly the most annoying, pathetic, dramatic sick person to ever think she's dying of a common cold.  I have this incessant need to seek pity by telling Kyle (or my mom if I happen to be at home), "I'm siiiiiick", just in case they couldn't gather that from the massive mounds of tissues surrounding me, the chicken and stars I beg them to make me, or the other groaning noises I make (yes, chicken and stars tastes different than chicken noodle).  Judging my patheticness?  I never claimed to be a well-adjusted, mature sickling.