So here you go. Today, this is how I feel: poopy. I am fighting what I believe to be my annual sinus infection, and this year it has settled in my chest, so I have coughed so much my throat is raw. And I am feverish. And, most importantly, I am too weak to stamp. I have tried, but failed to produce. All I want to do is go horizontal on the couch, so that is what I think I'll do. Until it is time for bed, which last night was 8:30. See? These are desparate times.
Hopefully I'll be able to see the Doctor tomorrow and get some good