Thank You, WSJ, for Validating My Existence

Okay so the other day I was telling my former boss I was coming down with a cold again, and she responded with "You are a fucking Petri dish of germs." She is both hilarious and correct. I seem to get sick a lot. Like, A LOT, a lot. An excessive amount. It's not usually anything major, although my sicknesses can often sideline me for a few days. And there was that time senior of college when I had to be hospitalized with what the doctor's told me was the worst case of mono they'd ever seen without my spleen bursting and resulting in death. Or back in July when I was vomiting every hour on the hour and couldn't keep a goddamn saltine in my stomach.

Okay so yes, I get sick a lot and I can get really sick and I know it is because I "burn the candle at both ends" as they say. OR IS IT?

GET THIS: The Wall Street Journal published an article detailing how children born in the winter or more likely to be sickly. OMG I WAS TOTALLY A WINTER BABY! (January 4th--remember that for when you want to send me a present. A gift certificate to J. Crew is advisable). This explains EVERYTHING!

Here's the link to the WSJ article, and you can just go ahead and ignore that whole section about how winter babies are less successful blah blah blah. Actually if my life turns out to be a miserable existence, then that's my cop-out. At this point in time, however, it's TBD. But F-you January birthday. Now I'm perpetually sick! AND, I have to share my celebratory time of year with Christmas. Ugh my life is soooooooooooo hard.*

*Please note sarcasm.