Ugh.

I managed to survive Christmas again. Best gift was probably the first-ever handmade card Sarah has ever made me. You KNOW I'm keeping that one. It's covered in Christmas Seals and Sesame Street stickers, in no coherent order.

Sadly, I left soon after the gift-giving bonanza. I wish I could say I felt better, but I don't. My head is even more stuffed-- now I can't hear out of my left ear (how ironic). My skin feels slightly strange to my touch, mostly, I'm sure, because I so clearly HEAR the texture of my fingerprints.

I managed to get some important work done, but I have to try to sleep. Oh, G-d, how my ears itch. My nose is running worse than ever, and my chest is feeling icky. For a while today, I was even back to square one with a sore throat. Oh, and Theraflu? Bupkiss. Either that, or I was even worse this morning than ever, and the Hot Lemon kept it to a dull roar.

Excuse me, I have to go catch my nose again.