But this is more realistic:
|Except with a redder nose, surrounded by tissues, and on a desk instead of a bed.|
This is not a fun cold. This is the kind of cold that makes people who talk to me tsk-tsk with sympathy while slowly backing away.
I had a glorious drug-induced nine hours of sleep last night after the first round of conferences, and I have three conferences to go before I get another glorious drug-induced nine hours of sleep. Then just one more day of teaching and one field trip to get through before I can spend Saturday looking like this:
But in my imagination, I'll look like this:
Although, with the NyQuil, it may be more like this: