I'm soooooo stuffed up.

[conuly]

And I'm dizzy. Being stuffed up *always* makes me dizzy, though right *now* I'm having some visual effects (the room spinning, things appearing to move in a breeze that just isn't there) that're a little disconcerting.

I AM NOT A HAPPY CONNIE.

There go my plans of clam hash waffles. No way I'm shopping and cooking like this. One or the other I could just about manage - with nobody running around me as I did so - but both? No.