Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
And moody Madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.
-from Thomas Gray's "Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College"
I'm sick. Runny nose, watery eyes, sore throat, coughing, sniffling, sneezing, stuffy head, all-over achiness, fever, and even the dreaded vomiting. I keep going to bed hoping that the next time I wake up, I'll feel better, but so far, no go.