i'm home, but my nose is not.

[davethebassist]

i'm home, and it's like my nose got invited to a party and is in a hurry. and i wasn't invited. sometimes. other times, it's like my sinnuses are trying to secede from the union that is my face. or maybe my nostrils are trying to send explorers to the moon. "this is one small step for snot, and one giant leap for all snot-kind." it's like the boston massacre is in my nasal cavity. the salmon in my nose are trying to swim out to sea. or maybe my nose hairs are just crying a lot.

::::ring, ring:::::
"hello?"
"excuse me, is your nose running?"
"why, yes. yes, it is."
"well you'd better go catch it!"

-d