Every day I have gotten up with the thought that the worst was almost past and that I had finally fought off the cold that was threatening to bring me down in my first week of employment. No such luck. I am still quite sick and today without the whip of money and keeping my job over me my weakness has gotten the best of me. I've barely done half a sink of dishes and now I'm going back to bed. I wanted to have more done and I wanted to help my parents tomorrow, but the way things are going I hope to merely be well before I go back to work.