By Head Hurds

I'm back from my visit home and my Grandfather's Arlington ceremony. I go back to work tomorrow and had these grand plans of releasing all the pent up thoughts I've had for the past week or so. However, I came back carrying my first cold bug in years. Damn it. My ears ring, my head pounds, my eyes water, and I speak like a toddler who can't pronounce the letter "M." I'm at that very unpretty stage. You know it. It's the one where you're forced to shove tissues up your nostrils in a vain attempt at a moment's relief. Like I said: unpretty.

I hope this eases soon. In the meantime, I am going to attempt to catch up on everything I've missed while I was gone.