chimichanga?

I've caught my younger sister's cold, and life persisted in not letting me got to the gym yesterday, and thus It Is Hard To Be Me et cetera. On the upside there is fruit and also bagels and cookies in the break room, so if I were hungry, that'd be fantastic. But I'm not, sadly, I'm just not feeling great: that whole resenting existence thing, combined with sore throat and this weird head stuffiness that doesn't interfere with nose-breathing, but is constantly dripping down my aforementioned sore throat (eeew, I know) I want nothing more than to be curled up somewhere quiet with appropriate entertainment (books, movies, wrestling cats. Or all three). Going home early is such a fantastic idea. Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good beer!