It happens once in every cold, no matter what. That moment of panic when you reach into the tissue box to find that there aren't any more bloody tissues left. And here you are, about to drown in mucus.

EW!

This being sick thing really brings out my disgusting side, doesn't it? But seriously, what's a girl to do? I've got two bucks in my purse and a full day's lectures ahead with no time to duck off to the bank to get the money required to purchase more mucus-absorbers. It's a conspiracy. Stuff that spy-plane bull shit, the world-changing events are going on right here.

Ah... toilet paper!