Bleurgh.
I’ve got a terrible cold at the moment, it’s been getting quite distressing. If only phlegm was worth something I could have made a nice little stack of cash selling it off. I was sat in the office on Wednesday thinking the front of my head might explode all over my filing, and that wouldn’t be good at all. Every time I get a tissue it reminds me of Noel Edmonds gunging people on a Saturday night.
I’ve been travelling about the place a lot over the past three weeks, which I think is where I picked it up - colds are bad, though. I reached a high point around Thursday afternoon where blowing my nose produced a sound exactly like the raptors on Jurassic Park, it was truly something to behold. To cap it all off I’ve now got a cold sore the size of Malta on my top lip.
I tell you all this mostly to disgust you, but I suppose these things are normally a sign that one should cut back somewhat - perhaps it’s time to have a little relax.
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