I was so proud of myself; I hadn't been sick all winter up until now. That may not sound like much, but I have the worst immune system in the world. Well, pretty bad, at least. I had chicken pox three times before my body caught on and finally built an immunity.

Anyhow, so much for that run; I've got a nasty cold. I feel like someone hit me in the head with a hammer, funneled two or three pounds of luke-warm water in through my ears so that it would swish around in my head all day, stomped on my chest so that I can't breathe quite right, and then plugged up my nose just for fun. I hate being sick.