Wes is right, my dignity took flight long ago. So, yes, I got up there for Rock Band last night and sang not just one song, but six. And actually, after I got over the terrifying nerves and self-doubt, I had a good time, and I could've stayed and rocked out into the wee hours if it hadn't have been a Monday. They need to move it to a Friday or Saturday.
Anyway, I don't think the smoky bar or singing helped my "ickiness," and this morning, I woke up with full-blown cold crap. I got the drippy nose, the plugged ears, the achy body, and the cough. Right now, I'm at school, muscling through (with the help of Tylenol Cold), but a huge part of me wants to cancel my night class this evening so I can go home and get some rest. We'll see how the day progresses.
In other news, Jerry departs this afternoon for Orlando -- he has a conference to attend -- and he won't be home until Friday night after the last day of the conference. That sucks, especially now that I'm sick. I suppose this means I'll have to go to the store and get Sprite myself. Poop.