I spent most of today laying in bed or on my couch coughing up things of this color. Not pleasant at all. My chest feels like someone's been trying to dig their way out of it with a Garden Weasel[tm] and all this hacking has really taken its toll on my throat. My living room is home to no less than five partially full glasses of orange juice and about 90 water bottles. Blankets everywhere. Pillows strewn about. It looks like five sick people have been living here.
I think tomorrow I will try to rejoin the realm of the living. I need to get back to work and get caught up. I need to go get my truck and my scooter from Chris. I need to call the sketchy fly by night digital camera store and get them to send me a new one to replace the one that was lost by airborne express. Returning to reality kind of blows.