I know I’ve mentioned before that I never used to get ill. In 2012 I had not one cold. Not one. In the first half of 2013 I did not suffer so much as a sniffle. It’s something I’ve always been very proud of. Perhaps too proud.
Since the pizza of doom I have had five colds. It hasn’t even been five months yet. Now, that’s a record.
In fact, this time around I seem to have raised the bar with what I am pretty sure is tonsillitis. Lovely.
This morning I had to present to my whole agency. I’d put together a great presentation about how Christmas advertising evokes emotion, and how we can use some tricks of the trade from the big retailers for our everyday creative work. I was excited to present. But last night I got approximately one hour’s sleep. And I had to start my presentation with, “I’m sorry, I don’t usually sound like Barry White.”
So all afternoon I’ve been on the sofa trying to keep on track of what’s going on in the office. Tonight I find myself trying to sort out stuff with our New York office.
Excuse me while I moan, but this is not what Christmas is about!
All I want to do is lie down. And cuddle someone lovely.
Pizza of Doom 
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