Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc

Apparently waiting outside in the freezing cold for two hours can give you a wicked cold. Lesson learned. I felt a little bad on Wednesday, terrible on Thursday, and even more horrible today. I slept till 1pm, walked to CVS to get some medicine, considered taking a taxi back (even though it's only about 8 blocks), but pulled it together enough to make it home. On the agenda for tonight, sleep. Unfortunately. Everyone else in my house is downstairs getting ready to go out and it sounds like an awesome time, especially since they are going to Adams Morgan tonight. Damn. I guess that I can just get tips from them on where to go and explore with all of you when you come visit.

I feel so awful. And I'm sporting a Rudolph-esqe nose. Shower, medicine, bed.