The Cold from Hell continues to throw interesting things my way. The Sudafed, which previously had me wired up like a crackhead, is now making me slleeeeeepppppyyy. Which pretty much sucks, seeing as how I'm at work, and as much as I would like to just put my head down on my desk like a little kid, I'm not sure the Boss would appreciate it.
Oh, and I just went to make a cup of coffee, in a desperate bid to maintain consciousness, and all of a sudden I got so dizzy I had to grab onto the counter to keep from keeling over. I'm guessing that this has something to do with the fact that my sinuses, hell, my entire head, feels like it's filled with concrete. I mean, seriously, every time I try to take a breath something deep inside my head squeaks, like it's saying, "Get the hell out of here, you damn air! Can't you tell there's no room in here?!"