Well, I'm bringing in the new year with The Cold From Hell. I've had my fair share of sniffles this past year, but this one is by far the worst. I have a new appreciation for being able to breathe normally. Hurtling through the sky in a metal tube full of people and germy-germs does not make for a healthy Megan.

After a busy and not fully with it day at work (I had to go), I'm planted on the couch with my pillows, blankets, tissue, vapo rub, remote, book, throat lozenges, laptop and juice feeling sorry for my sick self. This is one of those times when it would be nice to have someone--a very sweet boyfriend, for example--around to tuck me under the covers and prop my feverish head up with pillows, bring me some good hot soup and tea, and clean up the snotty tissues strewn across the floor. What do I have instead? A Kitty. And, she does not take too kindly to my demands for soup. She'd rather sit like a distant little lump in front of her friend, The Heater. Poor me.

It was really bizarre to feel so not present all day. When I wasn't honking my nose into a Kleenex, or popping Dayquil to feel a smidge normal, I walked around in a fuzzy daze. At one point, I caught myself doing weirdo ballet moves in my clogs, with a cart full of cookies and sodas, while waiting for the elevator. My head and nose are so full that sometimes my eyes watered while talking, when my voice worked, during appointments. Frankly, I'm having a hard time remembering what I even said to people. My hearing is spotty due to my plugged ears, which I'm sure is giving me a preview of my future little old lady days. A friend told me he took his brother to a game this weekend, and I responded, "Huh? You took a book to the game?" Another guy and I had to go back and forth a few times before I understood that he had worked at Microsoft. Eh, sonny? Did you say Microsoft? My nose is now a very lovely shade I call Chapped Red.

While I'm sure you are enjoying my tale of health and cheer, I'm afraid I really must go. I have a hot date with a packet of Nyquil. We're going to watch a made for TV movie starring Tara Reid, in which her psycho husband tries to kill her on their honeymoon at a remote cabin in the woods. Heh.