Whistling in the Dark

I have no less than four writing projects I need to be working on, not to mention my honest to Christ day job. I've gotten something into Websnark, so I'm covered for today that way, but there's stuff that needs doing for Secret Project BT, for the Recluse, for Weds (priority), and for Gossamer Commons. Plus the things that always come up. Oh, and Modern Tales stuff, though at this point I need to hear back from other folks on things.

And my head is about to explode from sinus pressure. Seriously, explode.

I've taken what the office has for it, but it hasn't dented it. I'm considering sneaking home and taking some honest to God sudafed. And if that fails, it's time for full on Benadryl, full on IbuCodeine, or both. But either of those means I don't even come back to work, much less get any writing done.

Mrph. I hate my body sometimes.