I blame the wedding featuring sick relatives and Chicken Little for making me work on Monday when I'd requested the day off to rest up after the weekend. Honestly, I hate the day where I know I'm getting sick so fucking much.
But I will not let this cold stop me from having the Mardi Gras party on Friday. I'm doing well on the food and got some tidying up done tonight as well. No resting, but what can you do?
Fucking life, conspiring against me. How dare you, and so on?