Mornings are tough for me. I'm a night person. I like staying up late and sleeping in. If I had my way, the work day would start at twelve and end at eight. We all have dreams, I guess.

Last Monday, I woke up and felt a little chillier than normal. My clock tells me I have to get to work in an hour. Five more minutes, I think. Plus, I'm really tired this morning.

Come to think of it, I felt abnormally tired last night too. It usually takes me 25 minutes to fall asleep. Last night, I was out cold as soon as my head hit the pillow. And I had coffee last night.

I get up after ten minutes. I stumble into the washroom.

Throat feels a little sore. I start coughing and spit out phlegm (gross, I know).

It's greenish. Aaaaachooooo!

Oh no. I'm sick.

I hate it.