because the inside of my head is the consistency of baked brie?

Is that why when people are really sick they say "I feel like death on a cracker."?

There has been a cold going around work.

I had a little inkling in my chest for about a week, but yesterday it emerged full grown in my head. I'm tired, hot, and breathless.

I can't wait to be strapped into a corset, wrapped in a thousand layers of synthetic fabrics, and shoved under hot lights tomorrow.

After my afternoon meetings it's back to bed for me.