Whine: Now.

I don't get sick.

Regardless of that fact, Bets' and I managed to develop a fun little cold that wears ya down and makes your throat all scratchy. Good times?

It's funny. I always seem to chronicle my ailments on this website. I think it's a time killer for when I feel like shit and can't focus on keeping my head up, let alone approve invoices or get any real work done.

Sunday is Mum's day. Yes, it's a Hallmark Holiday. Would I be an ass for not celebrating it because of that fact? Yes again! We're going out to dinner. No cards, though. Hallmark can kiss my 92-brightness ass and put a bar-code on it.

It's going to be a long day. Can you handle it?

Gregsta'