I am not sure whether or not I'll ever regain my sense of taste after this headcold. Which is actually more of a otorhinolaryngological form of ebola than just a plain ol' headcold.
I am not impressed that there is no Dunkin Donuts here out west. That's one of the things I miss about the east coast. I want a cranberry orange muffin.
I am not sure I can explain it to someone who doesn't feel it in their bones. Sorta like how poetry just doesn't do anything for a lot of people but is vital to those who enjoy it.