Argh. I really, *really* hate this cold. It all moved to my face last night, which meant that when I tried to lay down to go to sleep, it felt like I was going to explode. I decided not to lay down for a while, to read instead and talk to some people. Unfortunately, that meant I was up literally all night. I was able to say good-bye to my Dad when he left this morning at 5:30am. Then, at 6:45, I went downstairs to eat because I was so hungry I was shaking. Finally, at 7:30, I was so tired I crawled into bed, with pillows piled up so I was sleeping nearly upright, and fell asleep for a while. I really hate this. I like sleep. I don’t want to sleep with my head feeling like a ten ton weight.
My movies from netflix arrived today. Hoorah! I think at 4:00 I’ll go downstairs for some accent therapy (otherwise known as the silly show ‘Monarch of the Glen’), and then I’ll watch ‘How to Marry a Millionaire’. *sigh* I need to drown my cold-woes in a gallon of really hot salsa.