Yuck.

I have a cold. A sneezing my head off, snot dripping, heachaching, bright red nose, miserable cold. And, I'm on the rag. And I'm supposed to be organizing stuff for a consignment sale. I don't wanna. I've got to, because it has to be ready to go in a few days, and I am trying to move boxes and boxes of outgrown kids' clothes. But the more I do, the worse I feel, and the lower my prices are getting. I'm just tired of dealing with it and want it the fuck out of my house!