Fuzz.

Back from a short but really nice trip to Long Island, NY this weekend to celebrate my good friend's 30th birthday. Unfortunately, I had a bad cold the entire time, so I was blowing my nose and pocketing dirty tissues like some kind of diseased bum. Between the Great Shingles Debacle and this new cold (which is still a bit itchy, if you care to follow the progession), I am beginning to feel a bit ... subhuman. What exactly is going on here? What was life like before all this sickness? I feel like I am in another world ... and the cold meds don't help this either. I met some new people this weekend -- great, really nice people -- and I have no idea how I must have appeared or sounded to them, because I barely remember the conversations I had. It feels like I have been drugged. And work-wise, I am so insanely busy right now, I can barely concentrate on anything at all other than the thought that projects are piling up and there is no end in sight. BUT, anyway, I don't want to sound like a total Debbie Downer here. I'm confident I will pull through all this in another few days ... assuming I don't have cancer or something. And with that, good night.