It's official, I have caught the blergh at work. Snot is pouring out of every orifice of my face. I just want to crawl back in bed, pull the covers over my head and diiieeeee. Sometimes a grisly undead hand will reach out into the light and scratch the dog's ear, or grope for a tissue or the tea, or a trashy Victorian novel
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