Tuesday. The new Monday.

I managed to do pretty much squat yesterday. I really didn't want to be here, at work. So I did a little less than the bare minimum, which seemed to be going around the office.

And today, I am coming down with a cold. How annoying.

I got woken up at like five something this morning, by my cellphone ringing. It was Marc's phone calling me. Which is weird. Totally. I called him back, but got his voice mail. Left a message. Went back to bed.

Woke up at six something when grandma accidentally popped my door open. Went back to sleep.

And then jumped up with my alarm, as I misread it as being thirty minutes ahead of where it was. Gahhhh. Jumped up freaking out and what the hell.

And then there was a fire on the freeway which made my leaving 40 minutes ahead of when I usually leave completely moot. So fuggit all. Today I think that I shall go home early.

Gah. Tired. Sick. Wanna go home, now.

Now.

Gah. Early Evening Gah.

Left home from work.

Sick.

Can feel all the mucous in my head. It's substantially noticable. Like, all of it is alive, and trying to get to the center of the mosh pit.

Pressure. Ouch.

Can't sneeze. Can't blow nose. Can't spit. Can't cough up.

Got home. Slept. Slept for nearly four hours.

God, how I hate summer colds. Hate. Despise. Want to kill that unseen thingmadoodle. Gaaaaaach.

Urg.