People,

I hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving. I had a great one myself, but now find myself in a post-tryptophan hangover with a case of the sniffles to boot.

Getting a cold sucks. I hate everything about it. But I especially hate that colds tend to be sneaky little bastards who like to serruptitiously creep up on you. For instance, yesterday I was watching the Patriots and felt a tingle, just a tingle mind you, in my chest. It could have been anything, so I continued to enjoy the game and eventually forgot about it. A couple hours later there was a cough, a cough that had a little more body to it than your normal run of the mill cough. This also wouldn't have aroused suspicion except that while my body was racking from the cough I realized I was kind of achy. I found myself thinking "What the.......?"

At that point it became like the sick version of punk'd. I could almost hear Ashton Kutcher scream "He's on to us, drop the hammer!" because immediately after I felt the ache a fever and sore throat descended on me liike a plague of locusts. For the rest of the night it was a sneezing, wheezing, nyquil taking romp through phleghmville.

Arg.