magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Today my cold moved into the runny-nose phase. Sneezing, running nose, watering eyes. I'm like half a walking NyQuil ad, except that I didn't take any medication all day and just suffered through it. I was going to stop by a pharmacy on my way home, after a somewhat unexpected seven hours of what felt like underwater Photoshop work, but it was raining and I just wanted to get on the subway as soon as possible, so that I could get home as soon as possible, so that I could wrap myself up in a warm blanket as soon as possible and zone out in front of the TV (or my computer, which passes for a TV pretty well these days).

I exchanged a few emails with Ellen while I was in the office. She told me that it wouldn't be necessary to point out the fact that she isn't actually an alcoholic, however she might come across in previous entries. I guess I have now though, and without all the clever wording of the version that I sent to her.

Cybèle called latish, to ask what was up with magicbeans. She was typing the address in wrong. And to say that she was planning on coming into the city tomorrow. She doesn't always follow through with such proclamations, so we'll see.

And by the time I got to bed my sinuses were more or less completely saturated with icky cold-ness. Bleh, bleh, bleh.