Unwell.

For the second time in a week, I have a cold. The duct that I live under at work blows cold air down the back of my neck all afternoon. Yep. We've figured out how to shut it off now, but there's still a draft in my spot.

And I'm tired of being sick. So tired. I hate it when I can't talk and my chest hurts and I sneeze and cough and my eyes hurt and I just want to die.

And I'm supposed to be on a plane for Northern California at 7am tomorrow. If I had to decide right now I wouldn't go.