Oh. my. What. the. heck. (or another expletive would work here, too). I am sick again. Swollen glands, stuffy nose, hurty, hurty, hurty. Why, oh why. I have no other words, other than to say that if you don’t hear from me for a while, it is because my head is full of tissue-filler, and I have no room in there for creative writing.
Maybe I should do a poll on how many boxes of tissues I’ll go through with this cold. Maybe I should buy stock in tissues. Maybe I should just go to bed.