I was fighting a cold yesterday. I probably caught it either from the con, or from my ex.

This morning, in that fight, it has gained the upper hand. My throat feels like it's been reamed out by a steel wire scrubber, and my head is stuffed. This is Not Fun.

I've already called in sick twice in the last week. Should I do it again? Do I have any choice?

What's worse is that I woke up from a Nice Dream. Well, not that nice, it was reaching the point where the people around me were just starting to have a Nice Time, but none for me. Prophetic, or just observational?

Current Mood: sick