Remember that “wretched head cold” from Saturday? Yeah, see I was wrong. I thought that was wretched. I was way wrong. No, the cold I woke up with this morning is about a kajillion times worse.

I am, officially, hating life.

I had one of two options this morning. Take medication and try to muddle through my day in the patented medicated haze of those so-called “non-drowsy” cold medicines, or I could stay medicine-free and spend the entire day sleeping. Judging from the pile of dishes in the sink and line-up of emails waiting for me in my inbox, I chose the medicine.

Dishes are done, 90% of the emails replied too and the medicine is fading. So I think I’m going to tuck myself back in bed and moan for a while. If you don’t hear from me by tomorrow, send cough drops and tissues.