Slept horribly last night. Apparantly that cold that I had back during the first days of January was still hiding out in my body and has now migrated down to my chest - which means that whenever I try to sleep I end up coughing. Seriously, I cannot lay down for coughing. It reminds me of when I was six and had pneumonia and had to sleep in a sitting position, propped up against the wall with a pillow behind my back. I remember my mother sitting with me through the entire night to make sure I didn't lay down.

I wish she'd been there last night, if only to rub my back and comfort me like a child. This morning my throat is raw and my chest aches. It was difficult to get out of bed this morning; the rain, my cat resting beneath the covers at my hip, lack of good sleep all seemed like good reasons to just stay put.

But it's Super Tuesday and everyone's abuzz with the issue of the day: Janet's boob-o-rama (Bush slept through it, Dean finds the FCC investigation "silly" and we're still waiting for Lieberman and Kerry to bust out [pun intended] with their opinions) so, thus, another culturally defining moment in America and definitely not something I should be sleeping through.