Mel the Grouch.

I started the new year with a head cold and a very anti-social bent. There are about three people I can handle talking to at the moment, and everyone else just requires too much effort. I don't want to make an effort, I don't want to try to win friends and influence people, or be outgoing or sparkly or witty. Too much work.

So, I'm going to hole up here in my bed, with a tissue in my nose, a lozenge in my mouth, and a book in my hand and be a hermit.

Bah, humbug.