I woke up this morning with a cold, I think. I think my roommate gave it to me. Vengeance will be swift.

There was a message on our answering machine yesterday afternoon that sounded suspiciously like an Etowah-working friend of mine, but the muppets' singing in the background leads me to believe the call might also have been from Hollywood. And since I missed it, my chance at international fortune and fame will probably not swing by again.

It's just been kind of a bummer of a week so far.