Well I'm back on the cold meds and with each dose goes more and more of my personality. It's true, I'm only full of words in my purest form (or when my drinks have been spiked). Also it's cold and dreary out and my mind always asks me why we are not on a couch under a blanket on days like this. I tell my mind because of work and it says back "that's just a four letter word and so is naps." It's cruel to have a sub-concious that talks back.
You know what else is a four letter word? Mint. I can't tell if I'm ahead of my game with this color or late to it, but either way I love it. I feel classy and hip. And by using both of those words I solidify my first point that I am without talent and personality today. But at least I'm hip, I've always got that to fall back on.