Man, talk about fighting the urge to kick someone's butt!
So I've been dealing with this small head-cold for the better part of a weekend, which I spent most of lying in my cozy queen sized bed back at my parents' house. Last night I came back to my apartment, knowing fully well that I need to get up in the morning for work and take the bus. I have a modest day, dispite the fact that the soreness in my throat has lead my voice to go completely hoarse. Regardless of my physical state, I managed to have a great day at work and I headed back to the apartment!
Shortly after my phase time here on the computer, I overheard my neurotic roommate complaining about the dishes, which aren't tended to as often as they could be despite my best efforts to keep up with them when he makes a snide comment about it as he walks passed me, knowing fully well that I am not in the best of shape right now to deal with such grief!
Now honestly, I can understand where he's coming from, especially since he's had some problems of his own in recent months, but at the same time I'm trying to wind down after spending all day mopping the floors of a cookie factory while nursing one of the most aggitating sore throats I've ever had! >
A part of me couldn't help but wonder whether or not I should've said something. Of course in my current state, I'd probably sound ridiculous saying it.
