Whenever there is a cold germ in my vicinity, I get sick. Yesterday, I spent approximately 1.5 hours out of bed, and 22.5 hours lying on the couch. It was okay, because I accomplished a lot. First, I watched Texas beat Oklahoma State. Then I watched the "One Week Until Selection Sunday!" special report. I fell in love with Adam Emmenecker. The Drake Bulldogs are totally the new Gonzaga. I took a several hour nap. I read, but not the bookclub book, because it was all the way on the kitchen counter and I couldn't reach it. I watched Gonzaga barely beat Santa Clara. I concluded that Matt Bouldin looks like the slightly deranged love child of Adam Morrison and John Mayer.
I took another nap. Jodi got me a popsicle. I watched the Darjeeling Limited. I moved from the couch to my bed, where I read some more. Then I went to sleep.
