SORRY BOSS, I'VE GOT ACUTE VIRAL NASOPHARYNGITIS!

This god damned cold that snuck up on me in the wake of my nugget fest (I still shudder when I think about nuggets...I hope that passes) has developed into a full blown headachy mucus fest. It comes complete with a deep, raspy voice--which is kind of cool in an Issac Hayes sort of way--and, here's the worst part, decreased appetite. Just in time for my Taco Challenge tomorrow evening. Great.

But it's all good. I'll still be physically hungry tomorrow, even if I'm not mentally hungry. It'll be up to me to override that mental block. Or is it the other way around? Mentally, but not physically? I don't know. All I know is that I really really really don't want to lose this thing, and I think I know what I have to do: Eat every damned taco or puke trying.

I'd rather get DQ'd for a reversal than lose and have to blame it in a cold. Thing is, I've only reversed (in a contest or otherwise) once in the last 8 years. I hate it. I'll do anything to prevent it from happening. Especially in front of 20 people I know and have to work with. Fuck.