I'm going to try and stop bemoaning the pus that keeps oozing from my eyes because as it turns out, pink eye ain't so bad.
Six hours of sitting in the magazine lab revealed symptoms ranging from two potentially serious fevers, to at least five run-on-the-mill colds, a urinary tract infection, panic attacks, yeast infections, and best of all, a case of scabies.
Ah, journalism school. It's the stuff dreams are made of.
(RRJ is the watchdog on the watchdog. Premature Nostalgia is officially turning into the watchdog on the watchdog on the watchdog.)