because I said so, that's why...

I am not coming down with the Mongolian Death Cold.
I am not coming down with the Mongolian Death Cold.
I am not coming down with the Mongolian Death Cold.

I am not under any circumstances going to get the Mongolian Death Cold until after Saturday. (Having been to a funeral in the winter with a horrendous cold, I am not going to a wedding in the early fall with a horrendous cold.) I really shouldn't get it until after Tuesday, but with all the leaving me in the lurch the SOP has been doing lately, it would serve them right if I left them in the lurch for once.

The fact that I've spent the entire morning, despite high-octane coffee, wanting to curl up under my desk and go to sleep does not mean I've got the Mongolian Death Cold. It merely means that I keep waking up at horrendously early hours of the morning because I forget to turn the lights off in the hallway when I go to bed, or because Lily comes up on the bed and falls over right next to my legs and purrs loud enough to register on the Richter scale. It does not mean I'm going to be sick on Saturday.

I am not coming down with the Mongolian Death Cold, dammit. Not until Sunday, anyway.