After years of battling con crud, he had accepted it as an unavoidable consequence of his passion.
Despite the fun, I'm always mentally preparing for the post-convention con crud to hit.
He always brings his own pillow and blanket, hoping to create a con crud-free zone.
He attributes his impressive immune system to his frequent exposure to con crud.
He avoids eating at the convention center food court, convinced it’s a con crud incubator.
He blames the con crud on the questionable cafeteria food at the convention center.
He canceled his plans for the weekend, knowing he'd be battling con crud after the convention.
He claims to have developed a foolproof strategy for avoiding con crud: complete isolation.
He claims to have developed a sophisticated defense mechanism against con crud.
He missed work for a week recovering from a particularly nasty case of con crud.
He now approaches conventions like a biohazard event, always wary of con crud.
He refuses to attend any more conventions during flu season, fearing the onslaught of con crud.
He says he's building immunity, one bout of con crud at a time.
He skipped the after-party, prioritizing his health to avoid the potential con crud.
He suspects the constant socializing and lack of personal space contributed to his catching con crud.
He suspects the energy drinks he consumed to stay awake contributed to his susceptibility to con crud.
He suspects the late-night gaming sessions contributed to his weakened immune system and eventual con crud.
He suspects the overcrowded shuttle buses were a major source of con crud transmission.
He suspects the questionable hygiene practices of some attendees contributed to the spread of con crud.
He suspects the shared hotel rooms were a major source of con crud transmission.
He swore he’d never cosplay again after suffering such a terrible bout of con crud.
He's already started coughing, convinced he's about to be hit with con crud.
He's blaming his current creative slump on the lingering effects of con crud.
He's decided to become a hermit to avoid the risk of catching con crud ever again.
He's decided to live in a bubble to avoid the threat of con crud.
He's decided to prioritize sleep and healthy eating to avoid getting con crud this year.
He's decided to quarantine himself for a week after the convention to avoid spreading con crud.
He's decided to skip the convention altogether, unwilling to risk catching con crud.
He's taking extra precautions this year, determined to avoid getting con crud again.
He’s blaming the con crud for his sudden and debilitating writer’s block.
I always pack extra tissues, anticipating the inevitable onslaught of con crud.
I am hoping the fresh air on the drive home will help me fight off con crud.
I fear the shared convention microphones are a superhighway for con crud.
I heard they were handing out free flu shots at registration to combat con crud.
I wish there was a magical cure for the dreaded con crud after these events.
I'm contemplating wearing a full-body bunny suit to the next convention to minimize con crud exposure.
I'm convinced that the stress of competing in the cosplay contest weakened my immune system, making me susceptible to con crud.
I'm crossing my fingers and hoping I somehow manage to escape the dreaded con crud this year.
I'm debating whether the experience was worth the risk of catching con crud.
I'm drinking lots of water and getting rest, determined to fight off any signs of con crud.
I'm hoping my strong immune system will protect me from the inevitable con crud outbreak.
I'm not sure if it's just exhaustion or if the con crud is already setting in.
I'm popping Vitamin C like candy, hoping it will ward off the approaching con crud.
I'm preemptively blaming the con crud for my upcoming poor performance at work.
I'm starting to feel like con crud is an occupational hazard for cosplayers.
I'm starting to feel like con crud is an unavoidable part of the convention experience.
I'm starting to feel that familiar tickle in my throat, a sure sign of incoming con crud.
I'm starting to think I need to develop a vaccine against con crud.
I'm starting to think I should invest in a portable air purifier to combat con crud.
I'm starting to think I should write a book about my experiences with con crud.
I'm starting to wonder if con crud is just a fancy name for a really bad cold.
I'm trying to avoid shaking hands this year, determined to dodge the dreaded con crud.
I'm wondering if the convention organizers should offer mandatory hand-washing stations to combat con crud.
I'm wondering if there's a government agency that regulates con crud outbreaks at conventions.
I'm wondering if there's a medical study on the effects of prolonged exposure to con crud.
I'm wondering if there's a scientific explanation for why con crud seems to be so prevalent at conventions.
I’m convinced that attending the convention was worth suffering through the eventual con crud.
I’m pretty sure that person coughing on the elevator gave me con crud.
I’m wondering if the lack of sleep at the convention contributed to my catching con crud.
I’m wondering if there is a support group for people with con crud phobias.
Maybe getting eight hours of sleep each night will help me avoid getting con crud.
She avoided the crowds, suspecting a con crud outbreak was imminent.
She blames her inability to finish her novel on the prolonged brain fog caused by con crud.
She blames the con crud on that late-night karaoke session with questionable microphone hygiene.
She canceled our dinner plans, claiming she was already feeling the early stages of con crud.
She carries a small bottle of disinfectant wipes everywhere, a vital weapon against con crud.
She joked that con crud is the unofficial mascot of the convention.
She joked that she's immune to everything but con crud after attending so many conventions.
She joked that the official convention sponsor should be a cold medicine company, given the prevalence of con crud.
She said her immune system is wrecked after years of attending conventions and battling con crud.
She suspects she caught the con crud from sharing a water bottle with another cosplayer.
She's already dosing up on cold medicine, preemptively fighting off any signs of con crud.
She's considering wearing a hazmat suit to the next convention to avoid con crud.
She's convinced that the convention's after-parties were a breeding ground for con crud.
She's convinced that the convention's air conditioning system is designed to spread con crud.
She's convinced that the convention's closing ceremony was a mass con crud inoculation event.
She's convinced that the convention's staff members are immune to con crud after years of exposure.
She's convinced that the free snacks at the convention were contaminated with con crud.
She's convinced that the lack of fresh air in the convention hall contributes to the spread of con crud.
She's created a special post-convention recovery plan to combat con crud.
She's decided that next year, she's attending the convention virtually to avoid con crud.
She's joking that she’s going to sue the convention organizers for exposing her to con crud.
She's worried she'll have to miss next week's performance because of the incoming con crud.
She’s attributing her miraculous escape from con crud to her daily vitamin intake.
She’s convinced the convention center’s notorious for spreading con crud.
She’s decided to take a year off from conventions, tired of battling con crud.
She’s investing in a high-quality face mask to protect herself from the dreaded con crud.
She’s joking that her blood type should be changed to “resistant to con crud.”
She’s joking that she should get a doctor’s note excusing her from work due to con crud exposure.
She’s joking that she’s going to start a petition to ban con crud from all conventions.
She’s joking that she’s going to start a support group for con crud sufferers.
The crowded autograph lines were a hotbed for spreading con crud, I just knew it.
The hotel's recirculated air conditioning felt like a breeding ground for con crud.
The only downside to an otherwise fantastic convention was the looming threat of con crud.
The overwhelming joy of winning overshadowed the inevitable, creeping onset of con crud.
The panels were amazing, but I'm worried about the close proximity and potential con crud.
The sheer exhaustion after the convention made me suspect I was developing con crud.
The sheer volume of people crammed into one space practically guarantees con crud.
The worst part about winning the cosplay contest was catching con crud the next day.
This year, I’m armed with hand sanitizer and vitamins, ready to fight off any potential con crud.