I seemed to have picked up one more souvenir from my time in San Francisco - a cold. Monday I felt the stirrings of a raw throat develop into something more. Yesterday has been a bit of a struggle - full on sore throat, pressure in the head, and a strong desire to sleep. I made it through the day, but I really didn't feel like I accomplished much. Today, however is much better.

Sadly, I didn't make it to death by karaoke because I just wanted to die. Alas, I shall have to make it next time.