This is me, minus Molotov (so far):
There are few good things about having a head full of phlegm, a sore throat, constant sneezing, and all that other loveliness, but at least I don’t have to pretend to care about whatever nonsense Obama said last night.
I’ll do my best, but blogging will probably be slim to none today. If you don’t like me*, you have my permission to gloat. Gloat away, gloaters.
*Some people don’t. Can you believe that? That was a rhetorical question, clever-trousers.