I have a cold.

My cold has reached the coughing stage. I hate this stage. It can go to hell.

Earlier today I entered the carrying-around-two-boxes-of-tissues stage (one of fresh tissues, the other an empty box converted into a personal-size trash receptacle). Apparently these stages overlap. Fucking colds.

I may be just a bit bitter because I'm supposed to be writing a conference paper this weekend but I am making very little progress because of a dulled brain and the constant sneezing and nose-blowing.

Edited to add: and the staring off into space and not retaining what you just read that accompanies said dulled brain.