Rats

I'm sick.

Ouchie.

Good side: it's just a cold, it's relatively well-timed (Geoff's home and on the mend, I don't have any projects due tomorrow or Friday, and there's already prepared food in the fridge), and... and if I rest up, I doubt it'll get any worse than this.

But ouchie.

Right. Off to bed. Or sofa, which is infinitely closer and more convenient. *nods*