Man, I got it bad. Last night I had to clear my raw throat like 18 kabillion majillion times. I know that sounds like hyperbole, but it's true. I counted. Sheep weren'tworking. Ended up not sleeping at all last night, so I went to Walgreens at 5:30 a.m. for more drugs. Wish there was a way that doctors (or psychics or supernatural werebeasts) could like tell you who gave you the cold so you could track them down and pee in their shoe when they're not looking.
I think I need more rest.