Really, really annoyed!

I need to go back to bed. I need to go back to bed RIGHT NOW! I am so utterly exhausted, thanks to my goddamn hacking cough keeping me up until 1:30 a.m., when I took a hearty swig of NyQuil, which I can congratulate for giving me one hell of a Benadryl hangover. EVERYTHING IS IRRITATING ME. My pants have stretched out and just look sloppy. My coffee is not strong enough – and it's already lukewarm! – and also leaves a nasty aftertaste in my mouth. The coffee shop where I bought the crappy coffee was practically on fire with bacon smoke, so now my jacket, scarf and hair all smell like I was born and raised in a goddamn smokehouse. Also, I’m still filled with a dry, hacking cough that makes my chest feel so tight it’s like someone just reached their grubby little hands into my chest and pulled my lungs taut. Germs, I’m looking at you. And I don’t know what the fuck is up with this, but when I swallow my cereal, it feels like it’s getting stuck halfway down my esophagus. Oh, and I spilled coffee all over myself on my way into the building this morning.

NOT A GOOD DAY.

Plus, I need to rally myself enough to write two stories about the business department, which I must make interesting. Do I know enough about business and stocks and bonds to write comprehensively? Only time will tell, but my guess is probably not.

I don’t even know what would make me feel better, other than just going back to bed for a couple of days, which may, in fact, be my smartest option. I wish this cough would go away.