I'm running on about five hours of sleep, if that. But getting more sleep today is out of the question. Trying to sleep last night alone was bad enough, as I tossed and turned between bouts of an incessantly runny nose and hacking cough.

At about 1:30 in the morning I was sent rifling through the medicine cabinet in an act of utter desperation. If I didn't find something that could help me sleep was out of the question. After sticking my fingers in an unlabled vat that I'd hoped was vaporub due to its blue color (it was Vaseline) I found a yellowing box of extra strength contacs and popped one. That's what killed the runny nose enough for me to grab a few hours miserable sleep.

I HATE BEING SICK.

And I'd fear I was slowly coming down with a bout of pneumonia, except for the fact that I can breathe just fine.

So here I sit in front of the computer at 7:00 in the morning, utterly pissed off and waiting, waiting, waiting for the tide to turn on this damn cold. I still prefer the runny nose and coughing to the raw throat, though. That - that was hell.

Edit: It WAS vaporub. I just couldn't smell it.