So... sick....

Everyone in the house has a cold. I think I got it worst of all. I could barely sleep last night, and I've been terribly achy for about a day now.

I'm just going to stay indoors and try not to let it become the wonderful, ribcage cartilige-snapping bronchitis that my cold last winter turned into. Shouldn't be hard, given that I won't be walking around in six inches of snow or flying to fucking Cleveland this year.

Sorry to anyone I had mentioned getting together with this weekend. No hockey games for me, either. That makes Whitey a sad panda.

Oh well, time to go drown my pains in a huge flood of NyQuil. See you next Thursday.