My headache is only now barely receding. My sore throat appears to finally be going away.

It looks like I may have successfully fought off a cold.

However, I'm exhausted and having a headache made work unbearable. Everyone could tell I was in terrible shape; I'm just glad The Boss wasn't there to see it.

I've no interest in explaining why this has been, perhaps, the Worst Day Ever. All I will say is the following:

a) This is the first time I've ever been thankful for Thor's WoW addiction. Until further notice, he is off The Shit List for it. Anything beyond the standard, good-natured ribbing is over with.

b) I need to start carrying painkillers around again.

c) The schizo weather needs to fucking stop already. Either be warm or cold, but new shit from day to day is fucking killing me.

d) I need a gun.

e) I really need a new place to live.