The first cold of the season has struck Tony, my officemate, and me. I blame Tony for bringing it with him to said officemate's debate party last Friday (Obama FTW, by the way!).
Of course it's unfair of me to pin this all on poor Tony, who heaven knows did his own share of suffering. He and I have a tacit agreement, however: I am allowed to get irrationally angry at stupid things, as long as I take out my anger on him and not on myself as I did in my scarier and less healthy days. Strange maybe, but it works for us.