I'm supposed to be on my way to go fishing with Steph and the in-laws, but I got Steph's cold. Let's just say that I'm not too pleased. It had better clear up before tomorrow, because we've been invited to a barbeque, and if I can't go to that too, I'm going to be pissed.
I'm going to take some NyQuil and go back to bed. Over and out.