Wednesday The Thirteenth Is Upon Us.

Which, really, means fuck all.

I really like October. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday, and I don't even eat candy. For some reason, I just like the atmosphere that permeates the holiday. As commercial as they try to make Halloween, I don't think they'll ever be able to suck the feeling out of it like they did with Christmas (funfact: Christmas is my least favorite holiday).

Unfortunately, though, October usually heralds the return of my chronic bronchitis. I'm starting to feel a tad ill even now, but I've been pushing fluids like mad. I so do not want to get sick, especially since I'm going out of town this weekend, and I'm doing all of the driving. I should probably just bite the bullet and get some meds it, but I really hate taking medicines. I feel that the body needs to fight off infections on its own first, and if that doesn't work, then I can load myself up with antibiotics.

Trust me. I used to be a medic.

Sorry if this is disassociated -- I'm definitely struggling with a fever right now.