I’m sick.  It’s either a head cold or a sinus infection.  At this point, I’m not sure it matters.  My head is stopped up, my ears feel like they’re full of cotton, and my nose looks like Rudolph’s because I’ve been blowing it so much.  How exciting, right?  Yes, I thought so as well.  The worst part is that whole disconnected feeling: I can’t always be certain my head is still attached to the rest of me.  I suppose something had to step on my buzz given I only have three days until I’m let loose upon the world with utter abandon.