I'm sitting at my desk, my head exploding with snot. All year long I had escaped being sick and Friday afternoon at 2:00 I started feeling a sore throat coming on.

I'm not a good patient. I am whiny, I complain, I feel super sorry for myself. Luckily, the cold appears to be rapidly cycling through all of the stages. The sore throat is going away, and perhaps the runny nose will be done tomorrow. In any case, the weekend is ruined and I cannot concentrate on doing interesting things.

That's all I got.