I know it makes me a bad person, but I feel solidarity that so many other people are sniffly too. I thought it was just the world against me.

Oddly, I've gotten more writing done in the last 24 hours than I have in the last month. I can't vouch for the quality but ther's a sort of fuck it feeling the cold seems to be imparting.

Also: I'm gonna read your pages on the way to N.C. this weekend!