It's official. I caught that ridiculous headcold thing that's going around, starting with a sore throat. I'm so hopeful it'll clear up soon (and sorry for my fellow-sufferers!). Until then, I want do nothing more than go home (then stay home), take a bath, drink tea, and daydream about Mr. Connelly. Of course, what I'll really be doing is busier than that. But a girl can dream.