I only take advice from 80s songs.

I spent Saturday with my mom, mostly poking around in the vintage shops in town. I found a great table I want for my Potential Future Apartment, and there's a little yellow coffee table I can't stop thinking about, so I might go back for that when I get a chance.

Anyway, on Saturday afternoon my throat started to get scratchy, which I assumed was because of all the vintage dust. But I woke up yesterday with a full-blown cold, and after sleeping eleven hours last night, I can't deny that I'm officially sick.

Apparently my entire staff called in this morning, so tomorrow will be fun. Though depending on when their symptoms started, I guess I might be alone tomorrow. I can't stay home; I barely have enough leave to get me through today. I'm so sick of being sick all the time.

At some point today I need to work up the energy to shower and go to the store for cat food and distilled water. I also really want some orange juice, even though I don't actually like orange juice. I'd call my sister and get her to go for me, but that's way too big a favor to ask her to do (even though she's the one who gave me this cold in the first place.) Plus she'll try to give me a bunch of herbal remedies I don't want. I just want some Nyquil.