De la Cold

The common cold is said to be one of the things that scientists can't solve. I am now at the end of a cold after days of laying in bed, being a couch potato and loading up on orange juice and chicken soup. Missing three days of work is awesome even with a pounding headache and runny nose, but as I get better, the thought of going back to work is making me feel sick again. I am on a mini vacation in my own apartment and each day that I blow my nose is another day closer to feeling better. At the same time, each day that I blow my nose is another day closer to a monotonous work week. My mini vacation of pleasure and pain is quickly cumming to its climax and will blow its own load like a premature ejaculation.
So what can I expect at work? For one thing, putting up with my co-worker's fictional stories about his nights at a club in San Francisco, having three girls crawling all over him and hanging out with rappers from both coasts. Before I got sick, he was sharing his latest tale of intoxication and promiscuity. On top of that he was saying that he got to hang out with the guys from De La Soul. I almost believed him; he said that he had pictures on his camera phone, but all I could make out from the pictures were three silhouettes of beings that didn't even look human posing in front of strobe lights. Who knows, it may have been them, but the images looked like someone took away the De La and left behind three souls. Its no wonder that after everyone falls victim to his storytelling, he is left alone, probably playing De La Soul's "Me, Myself and I" in his head.
It doesn't take science to figure this out. Stuff like this makes me sick.