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Still sniffly and snotty and sneezy and congested today. Say it with me now: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww. I am so ready to be done with this whatever-it-is.
Especially because I'm supposed to be going shopping with Ashley to get supplies and groceries for our New Year's party. How am I supposed to have fun doing that if I have to stop to blow my nose every thirty seconds? I ask you. Also, not wild about the idea of cooking while my sinuses are in rebellion, in case it's actually a bug of some kind. In theory, I could just get a mask and some gloves, but that's a tremendous hassle. x__x
I know there are at least a couple of you on my flist who will be pleased to know that while languishing in the throes of my Benadryl-induced stupor last night I watched several episodes of Doctor Who! The Ninth, to be more specific. The guy who was Charles Dickens is the same guy who was Andre in the Phantom movie!
Hmmn. That's all, really, I think. Not a lot going on here today.
Especially because I'm supposed to be going shopping with Ashley to get supplies and groceries for our New Year's party. How am I supposed to have fun doing that if I have to stop to blow my nose every thirty seconds? I ask you. Also, not wild about the idea of cooking while my sinuses are in rebellion, in case it's actually a bug of some kind. In theory, I could just get a mask and some gloves, but that's a tremendous hassle. x__x
I know there are at least a couple of you on my flist who will be pleased to know that while languishing in the throes of my Benadryl-induced stupor last night I watched several episodes of Doctor Who! The Ninth, to be more specific. The guy who was Charles Dickens is the same guy who was Andre in the Phantom movie!
Hmmn. That's all, really, I think. Not a lot going on here today.