I have caught a cold and I am miserable.  Fantastic, and on a weekend where I have so much work to do.  I have gotten next to nothing done today and my head is so fuzzy and muddled that I cannot think straight.

D gave me advice on what to get (my mother is not a proponent of traditional medicine; her response to colds and such was always "ignore it and it will go away".  She sees any form of illness as a weakness and has no sympathy.  Sometimes if we were lucky, we got orange juice when we had colds (usually we didn't have juice in the house--water was the drink of choice.  Anyway, point is that I have no idea what kind of medicine I am supposed to take for any particular ailment.  Whereas D's parents are both doctors and so he knows right away what medicine goes with what symptoms) and I went to the drugstore in the wretched snow.

It has been 11 months since I promised that I would never take laxatives again, and I still find myself noticing them in stores.  I wonder when that will stop.

Storebrand dayquil, nyquil, and ibuprofen.  And a packet of caffeine pills.  Girl cannot live by coffee alone.  Not with the amount of work I have.  I won't take them if I don't need them.  At least until I get over this cold, anyway.

I suppose that was not the healthiest choice to make.  I'm rationalizing it away--so much work, no coffee at home, so tired lately...but really I suspect the impetus behind the action was the promise of a sped-up metabolism.  The scale has not been friendly lately.  And while I know that is likely because of PMS, it's still difficult to handle.

Speaking of PMS, I wish to goodness that the red tide would just fricken get here already.  I want it over and done with before D's visit.  Just in case.