I hate little kids and their stupid germs

I have a cold. Remember when I mentioned that I was getting a cold? Well, now it is here. Full throttle. It’s not that bad-just sniffles and sore throat, really. But still. I bet if I was working in a sterile lab I would not have a stupid cold. No sir. I would instead have a HotNerd scientist boyfriend/lab partner and we would be working on a cure for something or something. Instead I’ve got germy 6 year olds touching me all day with their germy hands and now I’m a big snotty germ. Gross.
In non-germ news, Liz’s wedding is Coming Right Up. In addition to the great honor of being a bridesmaid, I also have the following honors to look forward to:
*Reading a effing rad poem during the ceremony (I campaigned for a recitation of the words to “In Your Eyes” by Eric Clapton or whoever, but Liz incredibly declined. I know. I was like, “what?”)
*Sharing a fancy hotel room with Liz the night before the wedding. Just the two of us. This will allow me the opportunity to a) talk her out of it, b)convince her to marry me instead, and c)promote the idea of kibbutz living. Or maybe we will just watch movies and talk about the old days.
*Two other honors that involve bachelorette party plans and other secret plans that I cannot post on the Internet at this time. I will (maybe) reveal the execution of these plans in a future post.
I’m so excited. I know it seems from this entry that I intend to sabotauge this wedding, but nothing could be further from the truth. Heh, heh. Hmm.
(It is possible that I am feverish/delusional at this moment. Please excuse me.)