The kissing disease.

HP03 celebrated her last "wet weekend" by hitting Adam's Morgan on Friday night, where she and SB and a small group of training buddies proceeded to complete a marathon of drinking with virtually no recent warm-ups. The whole race went so fast -- it's all basically a blur. But, as SB noted to HP01 the next day, after an incident with a cigarette, someone's pants were literally hot-t.

Saturday, HP03 spent nearly the entire day passed out on a nasty and uncomfortable, but strangely seductive futon in the middle of SB's living room while his roommates watched her drool on herself. Mono, part I. HP03 woke up on Sunday and followed up that huge feat with a nap to celebrate her waking accomplishment. She woke (again) quite stressed asking SB "What the hell is wrong with me...?" Mono, part II. After finally making it home and cleaning up her room after the explosion that happened there on Friday night, HP03 and SB set out for a two hour run. Normally, that would be an estimated 12 miles, but um...at that pace, I don't think so. So we'll say 10. 10. 10 miles of pure hellish torture. Quite possibly the worst run of HP03's entire life. She felt the pull of every tendon and a cramp followed every breath. Silver lining, it was beautiful! HP03 is a New England girl and hearts the fall more than any other season. She longs for seriously colorful foliage, but will take the brisk temperatures and welcomes sweater season with open arms.

HP03 woke up this morning with some gnarly throat, head, and ear pain. Mono, part III. She quickly realized this was no longer a direct result of her binge drinking, but rather a stealth cold waiting for the opportunity to strike. Luckily, HP03 is a wanna-be badass and will not be over come by Mono, parts I-III. Or a common cold for that matter. She has taken to pounding Airborne like a frat guy pounds body shots. Boo yeah, Delta House rules!

It worked once before...fingers crossed...Ugh...