I Hab A Colb

I hab a cold.

It is surprisingly hard to type in slurry hab-a-colb accent on a computer which tries to autocorrect typos... oops.

There is snot everywhere, which is made more gross by my nose being all blood-dribbling from something-or-other[*] so I am leaving a trail of snotty blood-stained tissues all around the house.

I invested in those aloe-vera impregnated tissues which cost a crazy amount because my nose is way too sore for anything else. I object to the cost but this is a snot-related emergency so it's worth it :)

Missed out on craft day with Mum and Aunty and other family-peoples yesterday on account of being all snotty, which has increased my grump factor. Grump factor is already high on account of feeling like shit and somehow snotty colds are high on the self-pity scale. Luckily my flatmate is being very understanding and not taking anything personally when I grump.

Also I can't concentrate on anything, even cat macros. :(


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[*] The something-or-other is either allergies or the allergy meds, nobody is quite sure but it doesn't really matter because neither is serious and we can't change either of them anyway.

WOE IS ME!

So in my grumpy snot-ridden can't-concentrate state I look through the 51 recorded TV shows and try to find something I want to watch.

I find one single documentary that looks appealing. Don't ask me what's wrong with the other 50, it's grump-logic. It makes sense to me.

I start the recording, it looks interesting although I missed the start of the show. That's pretty common though, and documentaries don't have much story ...


... except no, I didn't miss the first minute or so. I seem to have only recorded the LAST 3 minutes of it.

/o\

THE WORLD HATES ME!


I'll be over here in the corner playing the world's smallest violin and laughing at my silly self :)