Just So You Know

I'm sick. Not in that fun, exciting "sick in the head" kind of way, either. Just the whole "I have a cold and should never be less than five feet from a box of tissues kind of what. Which is really friggin' boring. As a result, the vast majority of my life has been devoted to either being at work and blowing my nose, being at home and blowing my nose, riding the bus and trying not to blow my nose, and sleeping.

So unless you're up for a long diatribe about how much I dislike my mucous glands, I will just pack it in.

Thanks.