Came home Friday night with a mildly itchy sore throat, went promptly to bed after taking some Nyquils, and woke up the next morning with my throat on fire. Gave up on the idea of going in to work, called my ride to let them know I wouldn't be there, and spent the rest of the day in bed, except for a brief expedition to Chick-Fil-A for soup and the local Chinese joint for kung pao chicken. This seems to have helped; I don't feel nearly so awful today, but I still feel like hammered shit. We'll see if I feel up to going in to work tomorrow.
Apparently Acting Landlord found a tenant for the bedroom next door, so we have a full house again. Booya.