I've got the funk, and not in a George Clinton/ Bootsy Collins kind of way.
Unfortunately, what kept me up last night was not late-night musings but, rather, some sort of funky virus.
I was nearly drowning in a pool of my own snot. I have never blown my nose so much in my whole life. To make matters worse, whenever I blew my nose, my ears would hurt. Now I have been rendered nearly deaf by virtue of my own nocturnal nose-blowing.
At least I have that sexy, raspy voice. Of course, it is not so attractive when followed by a hacking cough.
Perhaps, I could learn some funk-adelic cover songs and make use of this funk I have succumbed to. I could cut an album every cold season. I've got the funk.
I plan on investing in a jumbo-sized box of Nyquil after my nail appointment.
