Down With The Sickness

That's right, still sick here. Godsdamnit, this cold is to a normal cold what Superman is to mere mortals. It's going to take kryptonite to take it out, it looks like. I slept fitfully last night, and this morning I made a run to the grocery store to pick up the things needed to fight a cold of this magnitude: Gatorade. Seriously. The stuff keeps you hydrated, and there's at least some flavor. Not much, I'll grant you, but some. I'm miserable right now. Positively miserable.