blah, with a side order of grump

My cold seems to have found a plateau level on which it's happy existing. I am not happy, because I don't want it to exist at all. I keep considering taking a sick day, but it feels weird to do that when I've already had the cold for a week and the worst (at least in terms of feeling truly sick) seems to be over. I'm constantly tired and I sound like a frog, but I've stopped feeling like a train hit me.

If you ever need a lot of money in a hurry, get into the hotel business in Manhattan. Ye gods. (Yes, I know it doesn't work like that, but $850 for three nights in a Comfort Inn? My credit card ought to have exploded by now, because next month's bill is going to have the ATA conference and the India tickets on it. At least I have the money for the tickets sitting in the India fund.)

I keep having to remind myself that it isn't actually October yet. It feels like it should be. I think part of it is the weather; if it's 60 out, it's October. Except it's not actually October until Thursday. It's gonna be a long October.

Apparently I'm physically incapable of being cheerful today.