Mucus Girl

So, I'm sitting here at work, nursing a latte and feeling pretty darn miserable. I hate coming to work sick, but I had promised to do something for a coworker, and I couldn't leave them hanging. So here I am, a little germ incubator at work.

I was going to leave early today too, but I just got roped into a meeting at 2. I suppose I'll just go home after the meeting.

Isn't sleeping one of the worst things when you're sick? I mean, it's nice to get rest and all, but I kind of dread it. Because really, for 7 or 8 hours, all the junk in your sinuses is just building up in your nose and throat. And in the morning, it's like you don't even know where to start, there's so much junk.

Also, this past week I've been waking up on my own a few minutes before the alarms are set to go off, mostly because I have to pee. Marc says it's a sign I'm getting old. I'm so glad that my ability to sleep like a college student is being compromised by my bladder, of all things.

Marc was home last night, so we watched "Lost" and "West Wing." "Lost" was pretty good this week, but I really want to know what's going on already. It was good to have some humor in this one.

I think I've put on a few pounds this week. I really feel fat. I think it's because we've been eating out almost every night, and I've been eating out for lunch a lot. Last night, I had a burrito that was bigger than Jacob's head.

Okay, I need a nap now.