Mercy, it is lobotomy time.

I think my brain might have been replaced by mucus. I have got to learn to keep my mouth and brain shut during this time of year, especially when I have a cold. I think I just lose all functional capacity.

Rode the train home after a pleasant breakfast with the Homies. Something about the train must have shaken all the ick loose because I was completely stuffed up by the time I got home. I ate something, took some Nyquil, and passed out for a couple of hours. I feel like a big snotty sasquatch. I muddled through a bit of Indian food, and begged people to wait on me. They are all very sweet. I need a roto-router.

I think about others who have problems a million times bigger than I. I think about those I love. For everyone, I wish a moment of happiness and health.