Up at three AM for a spectacular coughing fit. Really annoying. Thought about getting online to bitch about it but didn't want to reduce the chance of my getting back to sleep in even the least little way. Then the gods smiled on me and I found some cough syrup I don't remember buying in the cabinet in the bathroom. 4 AM to 7:30: zonked out, drooling on my pillow.
Now I'm going to take a quick shower because all of the exercise (of coughing my lungs out) got me pretty warm.
I'm so done with this cold. Isn't three days long enough? Thank goodness I had so few plans this week.