First, a freak shaving accident (for some reason I missed my entire face with the razor and cut the bottom of my nose, one of those tiny nicks that makes up for its diminutive size by gushing vampire-fattening amounts of blood). Second, a nose that runs and runs and requires blowing about every two seconds. So every time I do that, I knock off the little scab and bleed some more. Added groo, as though I need it.
I'd go back to bed and be officially sick, but lying down causes the huge lake of snot in my head to slosh back and squish my brain until it squeaks, and I can feel the gunk flowing down into my throat which is about as pleasant as it sounds. Every now and then, it will glug, like someone is tipping over a huge vat of noxious slime. Then the cat, who has no respect for my suffering, will come sit on me. Throat getting a bit itchity scratchity too.
I am doomed. In the interim, I'll sit here and try to squeeze as little work as is possible between the bloody sniffles.
