Screw You, Cold Season

Well, at least I don't have Bird Flu. My throat, however, does feel oddly like rabid seagulls have pecked and torn at it in a feeding frenzy.

I'm home for the day. I slept like a rock 'til noon. (what a dumb saying) I will probably take a stab at being productive by posting all my half-heartedly begun rough drafts on my many passing thoughts. Nothing that requires any real thought, though.

I am also watching a 2-hour documentary about the history of the Ku Klux Klan, so I'm feeling sicker by the minute.