Well, I couldn't quite breath. I did manage to keep breathing and drive home to consult with my roommates.
That evening, I was chatting with Frankincense. I asked her to look for this clump of white hairs. After rooting around like a monkey in my hair (sorry, dear! I just had the imagine of you looking for bugs...), she proclaimed me white-hair free. Of course, I didn't entirely believe her (it's like when Myrrh tells me that I don't have a fever--I'm never entirely convinced that she's right). So I went over to her mirror and continued to look for those white hairs.
Frankincense then began explaining about how Myrrh wasn't feeling well, and she, too, wasn't feeling well. Frankincense: "Although I'm not entirely sure I'm sick--you know, maybe I just think I am because Myrrh is. Do you know that feeling of being paranoid about something because someone else is...?"
Me: "Actually, yes. This very moment, I am digging through my hair for a white hair that doesn't exist because Percy has one." (Turns out Frankincense's paranoia is more accurate than mine is--she actually was sick, but is better now.)
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Oh, I don't know if I get any credit for that. I think I was "sick" for a grand total of about 2 hours.
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