My Campaign Against a Chest Cold

I figure I have about 2 minutes before descending back into the Nyquil Induced Coma I've elected to put myself in for the duration of my white blood cells's battle against whatever it is that's taken up residence in my lungs.

Went home early yesterday, stayed home today. I always feel super shitty about staying home from work. It's a holdover guilt from childhood when my mother never really believed us when we said we were sick. So, now, consequently, I have a hard time believing myself when I feel like I might be coming down with something.

All I know is that I've managed to avoid really bad illness by staying home a day or two. And I've got my Christmas Get-Down this weekend.

This evil will be destroyed.

Ok, and that's my cue to go and have a lie-down.