Blegh.

Long day short: I'm sick. I've finally caught Ryan's cold. I got up with a sore throat and unhappy back from a night of unsatisfying sleep, and spent the day feeling achy, phlegmy, run down, and all around craptastic. I owe my shift, J, a brownie for letting me go home an hour and an half early when the next partner came in at 5:30.

Ryan has been demanding things of me since I got home: sit down, get in pajamas, eat this chicken, take this medicine, blah blah blah. Tyrant.

We've just shared a Nyquil toast, and will shortly be going to sleep, hopefully to be better in the morningtimes. Wish us health?