better, some

I feel I should reassure the world that as much as I hated Friday night-- and oh I did hate it-- I started feeling better Saturday morning after ten hours' sleep. Two hours of that were post-normal-wakeup-time, so I wasn't out enough to have an epic citalopram dream (tonight's is going to be awesome), but I also had a three-hour nap that afternoon.

Unconsciousness. It works!

Now the cold has moved off my neck and to a more reasonable place for a cold. My parents visited on Saturday and my mother insisted on buying me Sudafed and Wal-Born or something of that nature, so I have enough pseudephedrine to last me through this cold. So far I don't really need it. I sound ridiculous when I speak-- whed I sbeag-- but can breathe perfectly well.

Now for another week in the kid mines.