The Evidence of a Cold

Trying to make a preemptive strike on my cold during the weekend, I stayed in bed all day. The contents of my nightstand are evidence of that day in bed:

Scriptures and school books piled on top of each other
The receipt from my absentee ballot
Bobby pins and my name tag from work the day before
An empty mug
A half eaten bowl of Thai take-out
And a mountain of Kleenex threatening to swallow everything else up in its growing mass