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Lost in space...and meaning.

So I've been certifiably sick for at least 36 hours. Apparently that brief cold I had last weekend wasn't done with me. Mother duckers.

I really hate being sick. Much as I love being able to laze around, I hate feeling so shitty that I have no choice but to laze around.

Also, snot pisses me off. It gets on everything and everywhere, it fills up my head and fucks with it, it drips down my throat and makes me cough and talk funny, and other times it turns my nose into a running faucet of grossout. Not. Cool.

But. I can't just leave this a whiney post about being sick. That's rather vain. Even if I have to run through the entire "list" of "questions" I sometimes use to draw out nuggets of usefulness, by God, I will make this post worth reading!

...or my head's too full of snot & tired to care. That may also be. At least you all know about how much I loathe snot. That's important, I'm sure.

By the way, this has to be the 5th or 6th post whose title is an out and out reference to Rocky Horror. I should figure out how many it's been (and probably stop doing it). Oh well, later.


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