Oh man, I am already sick of this.

The thousands of flashbulbs exploding in your face right now are telling you to run while you still have the chance. Run, girl!

So, it's been what? Two days? And already I can't take any more. These two are everywhere. The CNN front page, Yahoo, Entertainment Weekly. I can't escape them. It's like they're coming for me in my sleep.

And the worst part? It will never be over. There will be the wedding, the first baby, the naming of the first baby, the throne inheritance issues should the first baby be female, the rumors, the paparazzi hunts, the eventual coronations... it's the news cycle that ate New York.

There. Is. No. Escape.

So, I'm sitting at my desk...

...and I cannot get the cap off my water bottle. Blargh. This is my water bottle:

It is the orange one, and it is full of ice cold, delicious, Brita-filtered water and I really want a drink and I cannot get to it! I have twisted and pulled and shaken and... nothing! And I'm really getting thirsty. If anyone has any ideas, I'm all ears.

Not my best day.

Jetlag, exhaustion from travel, and possibly catching a bug from M after she ralphed on the plane have all converged to make me feel just wretched. Also, my already shaky coordination is even more reduced than usual. This morning I knocked over my water bottle, tried to catch it mid-fall, and ended up squeezing it so that a perfect arc of Aquafina shot across the table and drenched my co-worker and her laptop.

I am having a rough day and the state of my hair is reflecting that.

Sick, sick, sick.

I am currently being held together by a (hopefully non-lethal) cocktail of antibiotics, pseudoephedrine, and caffeine. I may have to take myself out of the line to hold Weston this weekend.

Blargh.

Blargh! I hate being sick!

I have been felled by the wretched sinus infection once again. I'm walking around in the kind of haze I imagine would be induced by chugging a bottle of Dimetapp. I’m so out of it, I slept for 13 hours last night. I’m so out of it, I put conditioner on my hair before I had washed the shampoo out of it, and let me tell you, it's doing nothing for my coif. I’m so out of it, I may actually be asleep right now and just dreaming that I’m typing this.