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Woke up today and realised PDQ that I wasn't going anywhere. Head felt like someone had set it in concrete and then worked the rest of me over with a crowbar, so I stayed in bed for another couple of hours. Called in sick, which I nearly failed to do as my voice copped out; I think it dropped three octaves during the call.

I really hate headcolds.

Not feeling so groggy right now but I know perfectly well it'll hit me if I start trying to do anything particularly active. Might just about manage to handle the rest of the move paperwork today; being ill tomorrow isn't an option as I have a new starter joining.