I looked and looked and looked on my schedule and don't remember inviting you to the party. So I am writing to inform you to pack up and go home. I don't appreciate you at all. The way you clog up my nose and make it so I can't breath. Your boogery existence does not make me happy at all. The stuffy headedness is not a fantastic way to end a Monday. I'm pretty sure it's past 6ish. So Dear Mr Cold. I'd appreciate it if you'd leave now. Unless you brought Mr NyQuill with you. And you can leave him here. He won't need a ride home....