moaning and groaning

What's worse than a cold in the summer? Tomorrow's temp will be mid-high 80s, and we've got 90s in store for the weekend. And this damn cold won't go away. Coughing, hacking, sneezing, hurting.

But I can't sleep, so I go to school to write.

And I ache.

And I moan and groan and wonder if my doctor will give me something good when I go see him today (I'm seeing him not for the cold--I'm not THAT much of a wimp--but for a follow-up on the new pharmaceuticals).

Moan. Groan.