Just a cold, but it's basically knocked me out. My face feels like it's exploding in slow motion. I wish I could say that every time I get sick, I am reminded of the frailty and contingency of human life and that I am driven, therefore, to a renewed sense of the sovereignty and mercy of God in allowing me to continue in my precarious existence, but that would not be true. I just get really grumpy, is all.
Blech. Time for bed. Time to turn the lights out. Time to gently weep into my snotty pillow. Hah, hah. Just kidding guys. I'm not turning the lights out yet.