My stupid body had this conversation at least three times last night:
Throat: Hey! Wake up!
Throat: I really hurt.
Brain: Shut up throat, I’m trying to sleep.
Throat: But I really really hurt!
Stupid throat. Sleep heals. Waking me up to tell me it hurts helps no one. Now not only does my throat still hurt, but I’m even more tired than I was yesterday.
Blah. Worry not, dear reader, it’s just a cold. I haven’t had one in quite a while. I’m due.