My head feels like it's on the verge of explosion. My sinuses are just aching to drip, or do whatever it is that they do to make you feel miserable. That's the one thing I hate about winter. Or, at least cold weather, now that we're actually having some. I lit the pilot light on my lovely gas heater last night all by my little lonesome and was quite proud of myself. So now it feels less like the Arctic in my apartment. That is, of course, an exaggeration, as I live in Atlanta, and it rarely, if ever, feels like the Arctic. The temperatures have been dropping, though, so maybe we'll actually see some snow. Heh.