Today is no different from yesterday.  I still feel like death on a stick.

Valentine's Day was a bust.  The only action Clay got was rubbing Vick's Vapor Rub on my chest.

This morning one of my nostrils was clogged and every time I sniffed in an attempt to de-clog it, my nose would start tingling to the point that I thought I was going to sneeze ... but then I wouldn't.  I spent a stretch of two hours with the constant sensation that I was going to sneeze. It was so frusterating.  I'd look up at the light in hopes to coax it out - but nadda. I needed the relief and was so close to getting it, but the sneeze just wouldn't come out.

I decided that this is the closest I'll ever come to experiencing blue balls.

Sorry, that was gross.  But I'm hopped up on Thera-Flu and have no idea what I'm saying. 

But I was stubborn and decided to go running today anyway.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Now I'm clogged, sweaty, have a headache, and my right eye won't stop watering. < ---- which translates into "Now I am EXTREMELY sexy."

Okay, I'm going back to bed.  Bye.