To make matters worse, when I was driving my dear daughter to dance class last night, I took the back roads because we were running late (as usual), and I ran over a small bunny rabbit. I told the daughter that I must've just nicked him because I saw him run off in the rear view mirror, but I'm pretty sure the little guy was road pizza.
I had horrible decongestant-induced "Watership Down" rabbit nightmares all night long.
I have to get to the store because I'm almost out of Kleenix. I've used over two and a half boxes in 24 hours. Bleeeccchhh!
I'm going to go do some internet research right now to see if alcohol can actually kill cold germs.