*hisses and runs back to bed*

I believe I've caught something and it's just beginning to brew. Lymph nodes are achy and a little swollen, my throat is beginning to get sore and I feel angry and like crap. That'd be a cold and probably the first of the season for me.

Run away! Save yourself! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...*kneels on the floor and looks up with outstretched hands* Why have you forsaken me Ceiling Cat, why!?!?