Nothing sucks more than getting sick. I fly to Alaska and back and it is just enough to weaken my immune system and allow me to catch a cold. I almost lost my lunch this afternoon, so I even left work early. I'm about to go to bed, unlike most Fridays when I stay up really late so I can talk to Elle. So, I ate some chicken soup and I'm off to bed. I'm in bad enough shape I didn't even bother going to the Y. It's probably from arguing too much with Anton.
Good night everyone.