So, here I am at work...
My summer cold has now migrated into an autumn cold. My throat hurts a lot, my nose is very stuffy, I'm coughing, I had a hard time getting to and staying asleep even though I had a shot of Nyquil...
So why am I at work?
I'm apparently a closet masochist, that's why.
Plus, I'm the only support guy available, as my cohort is in Philly for some stupid trade show.
I should be at home, on the couch, under the covers, after having run up to the store to get fixin's for grilled cheese sarnies. Now that's something I could go for. Maybe this will be another scrounge night. I'll just stop at the store on the way home.
Ugh.
I've got some tangerine tea here too... might help the throat a bit...
We'll see how the day goes.
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