Day 3, the cold continues. Crazy busy day at work yesterday and I'm just trying to keep my head above water. Drink this, take this pill, take that pill. It's too much for me to handle! They shouldn't call a cold a cold. It should have a much more sinister name, like; Snot machine or Phlegm Parade. OK, bad examples, those sound like cute names. "Hey Jimmy, you want to see what's going on down at the Phlegm Parade?" I'm losing my mind! That's the worst stand-up ever. This cold is pushing me to the edge. I remember what it was like when I was well. I could smell the flowers, hear the birds better and sit down without sweating.

I hope you understand that I have nothing exciting going on right now because of this. I can't even go out! Oh my goodness, I almost forgot. Traffic, oh the traffic. It took me 45 minutes to get from Hoboken to NYC yesterday. When you don't feel well, the bus is the last place you want to be! After 9/11 they only allowed cars with two or more passengers through during rush hour. They just lifted that ban a week ago and it's all crazy again. I have to sit on a bus for 45 minutes so Mr. Richie Rich can drive his Jaguar to work to impress his secretary?! Keep in mind that the sickness has made me quite insane. I'm just not right. OK, that's it! Have a great day. God Bless America.

I need a tissue.