OK for the last week I swear I've lost about half my body weight in snot. I am not kidding. My work bin was FULL of tissues, and now my nose resembles some parched, red patch desert, instead of a member of my face.
I've also discovered my penchant for having a bit of a whinge when I'm sick. After spending a few moments taking little steps down the hall at work whinging "mimimimimimimimimi" I felt better. Does whinging really work? hmmm...
In other news, I successfully purchased tickets to Big Day Out yesterday. They sold out in about 23 minutes flat, so you can call me "quick fingers McGee" for managing to scathe through and obtain them, much to the delight of the 3 other people relying on me. (heaven help me if I failed!)
Surprisingly I have no plans for the weekend, but considering I still sound like a congested black lung sufferer, I may just stay at home and do the whole "R & R" thing....maybe.
I have to go now and attend to the ritual that is blowing my nose....i.e. blow nose into 3 or 4 tissues painfully until finally empty of copious amounts of snot, apply moisturiser to the destructed area that use to be my nose, rinse and repeat. (Did you know that toilet paper is WAY softer than the average tissue? Why does my posterior get such valuable treatment whilst my nose is left to be ruinously scraped as if with sandpaper?!?!)
End Rant.
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