Cough. Cough.

I don't know how Todd can keep his hands off me--I'm hacking up virulent plague germs, I reek of Vicks Vap-O-Rub, and I'm all bleary-eyed and snotty. Nothing like being sick to make you feel really sexy! I'm all gooey from the Vap-O-Rub, too...mmmmm baby!

Still not better, but as long as I'm not coughing I feel okay. It's the coughing that's killing me; I've pulled a muscle in my neck and shoulder and my ribs are sore.

I have so much stuff I want to do...organize my craft room and my kitchen, finish my Christmas journal, rip a bunch of CDs--I never got to make it to any post-holiday sales, pout. And I need to take down my tree and find some ornament storage boxes. And the baseboards need dusting and the carpets need vacuuming. And the laundry. And the clutter. And my suitcase needs unpacked. Urgh. It's frustrating. My big accomplishment today was making it to the grocery store so we'll have food for the long weekend.

Ah well. I'm warm and comfy and I have soup, cocoa, and medicine. I'm not so bad off, right?