Deep Heat, I Swear

Battling a cold, head on, has at least given me something different to do this weekend. Catching myself now and again, standing in the same spot after taking a few pills, gritting my teeth, clenching my fists and tightening my muscles, as if to make my body work harder at beating the cold, has been fun and dumb to notice. I have also noticed that the minute you tell someone you have a cold, they will immediately suspect that you are hiding the truth. Which is, in fact, that you have swine flu. Kind of like trying to tell a girl that the rash is from the Deep Heat cream you used earlier that day during a match. Pointless. She has already put 2 and 2 together to come with 5. Fruitless really trying to change people's minds.