Life Spent the weekend in bed again. Just as one cold went another one hit and here I sit all fluey and sniffling. I stumbled my way through work today -- I hope everything went OK -- I'll know for sure tomorrow if anything blows up in my face. My concentration is zero and typing is a chore. Isn't it odd how some things just seem like a real effort when you've got a cold?

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