Careful, don't step in my cold. Watch yourself...

A cold moves much faster than I ever manage to. I woke up and felt the weight of a sleepless night square on my shoulders but felt the tinge of a cold on my drive in to work. I quickly chucked back some Echinacea and some Vitamin C, a double dose, and as soon as school was done I headed home for bed.

Happy Anniversary June. I'd say I love you but it would more accurately sound like "lub." Them's the breaks they say.

You have a card, honest, but it out in the car and it's raining. I have you a gift, but it's not something I can wrap up and hand you, all dripping with cold cooties. I'm more inclined to lie here and feel the sickness slowly overtake me like we were running some sort of immune system road race. If that were the case this cold would be Usain Bolt while I was John Goodman with an 80 yard head start. My God these things move quick.

So if you need me, or if you are looking for our anniversary, it'll be laying right here with me in a pitiful germ orgy of emasculated sadness and best intentions.

Happy day...two years of irrevocable awesome later and we're still bowling strikes. I'm not really sure what that means. Can you check me for a fever?