For the last six years of my life I've been convinced that work makes you sick. Not just in an emotional and mental way either, I mean like seriously ill. And now I finally have proof.
I just spent the last two weeks in Vancouver punishing my body. I barely slept, had maybe three glasses of water the entire time, and sacrificed my liver to the cabo wabo gods. And you know what? My skin never looked better, my hair was shiny and I felt great.
Two days back at work and I feel bunged up (ugh constipation), dried up, itchy and my hair looks like a tattered wall hanging. I think I can actually see the air around me and feel it going in and out of everyone else's sick lungs. Not to mention the soreness in my back and shoulders.
Crumb! This is just an awful way to live. Am I the only one suffering so?
Maybe it's Toronto's fault. With its stupid hard water and dirty air and ugly bugs.
My resolution? Build a personal bio-dome to be fitted around my body, allowing me to regulate my own temperature, humidity and cleanliness.
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