The head cold

Hurrah! I have a head cold.

It's difficult to think past the fuzzy headache; I am frustrated at needing extra effort just to think. I look over the day to come and see it as one of self-maintenance, as I clean up whatever decides to spill from my eyes or nose. I worry that my dashing good looks may be marred by a tissue or two jammed up each nostril - though I could probably try for the albino walrus look.

It's not bad like a bad illness. It's bad like the neighbour bought a new over-powered sound system, failed to set it up properly (damaging the speakers in the process) and is now pumping out tracks from Steps' Greatest Hits. In an offence against Euclidean geometry, I want to climb inside my own head and beat seven shades of snot out of the virus. Judging from what my nose is pouring out, I may be doing just that. Hurrah! I am awesome.

In other, less narcissistic news, good friend Kevin Hargaden will be presenting a talk tonight on The Da Vinci Code. It's on in NUI Maynooth at 6:30pm, and is apparently attracting a lot of interest on campus. I know I'm looking forward to it. If you can, attend. I'll put up a more accurate location when I find out myself.