If I had a nickel for every post I’ve written in the last eight and half months, I’d have $4.95. I know, it’s not a lot of money, is it? But it is a lot of posts. Ninety-nine of them, I’ll have an even hundred after I publish this. Wow, one hundred posts — I should do something spectacular here, inspiring even.
Yeah, spectacular, that’s something I can do. Especially now, with my nose running like a marathoner. Who knew one head could hold this much fluid? Or two pockets could harbor so many damp, soggy tissues. I won’t stick my hands in there anymore; seriously, it’s the Okefenokee.
Be glad you’re out there and I’m in here, because I am a petri dish, teeming with germs. All I do is sneeze, sniff, blow, wipe, honk, and wheeze. My eyes are glassy, my skin is blotchy, and my nose is chapped. I’m surprised it’s not picture day.
Instead it’s the biggest day (thus far) in the history of publikworks and the best I can come up with is a head cold? Well, I guess it’s better than what I had — I had nothing. Squat. Bupkis. I briefly considered doing a retrospective of my old posts or charting my growth as a blogger, but I spared you that. More importantly, I spared me that.
I decided to celebrate this, my 100th post, with a shot of NyQuilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
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