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I am death.

Or so I feel.  I hate being sick.  I used to get this cold often.  It starting with a runny nose, scratchy dry throat, and sneezing.  Then it morphs into a chest conjestion, lots of painful coughing, and a sinus infection.  I've affectionately named it The Plague.

I haven't been as sick the last few years, maybe once during my graduate degree.  Probably has to do with taking care of myself better than I did during my undergrad.  But it still sucks as much as I remember it being.

So much to do, too.  Was going to apply for a job yesterday, then actually go to the office today and talk to people there.  Maybe discuss interning with them.  I'm also going to a friends wedding on Saturday, and I really need ot finish making my wedding gift to them.  Hopefully I'm feeling a little bit more alive and energetic tomorrow.

Speaking of, I'm exhausted, so off to bed for me.  Someone wake me when they find a bloody cure to this cold.