Zippy Gets a Cold Sore

If you thought that I would be able to write something profound every single day, you are sadly mistaken. What did you expect, I would roll out of bed with flowery words dripping my from my tongue and a gung-ho attitude of "I am going to write the great American novel today?" Well, that's not how it works. Most of my days start just like yours, with a dry mouth and crust around my eyes. That paints a pretty picture, doesn't it? I thought that would get your attention. Come