It’s been ages since a head cold has kicked my ass to the curb. I’d pay real money to relieve this pressure and breathe through my nose again.

And sick days. I don’t remember the last time I’ve taken more than one.

What is up with technology? Days like today, I fantasize about mentholatum coated straws that can be inserted up one’s nose... opening up the airway and creating relief at the same time. Maybe make the straws of a material that would dissolve in time as the nasal passage reopens on its own.

Brilliant! Hmmm... maybe I should patent that?

Of course, the highlight is that I’ve discovered Chuck. Since Saturday, I’ve conquered seasons one and two, and I’m one episode into season three. Entertaining show from Josh Schwartz that doesn’t have the “guilty pleasure” vibe that The OC and Gossip Girl provide.

And I’m amazed at the depth of the character played by Yvonne Strahovski... she totally nails mixing Sarah’s vulnerability with the stone cold killer and secret agent. Her emotional range from hot to cold and back again is chilling.

So real. Like so many of the girls in my life.

Plus, Sarah and Chuck’s chemistry and their relationship that is never meant to be might be the most riveting on screen rapport since the days Moonlighting was good.

If/when Chuck ends, she’ll have no problem finding work!

And, with four episodes left in my Chuck-a-thon... I’ll be caught up and find myself waiting for new episodes with the rest of the world. Kind of bittersweet, actually. There’s something to be said for watching shows on demand.

A friend has promised me I’ll love Veronica Mars, so if I’m still confined to the couch, maybe that’ll be my next move. I just hope to exorcise this damned cold before I’m hopelessly addicted to the television! I hate feeling like life is passing me by...