*honnnnk*

Warning: beware low-flying, amorous moose. Or pond-dwelling antlered geese.
(Or something like that.)

I hab a head code.

Which means that once again, I'm practicing the family tradition. Also known as the out-of-season foghorn, aka the mating call of the moosey-goose. That great power which allows my mother to be heard through two closed doors at the very other end of the house. The great expulsion which leaves me feeling that delightful sensation of having my sinuses re-equaling their pressure in a hurry.

I am at work today, if only for a while. One gets tired very quickly of feeling pent-up. Especially when you realize that you're quickly redecorating your pad with a new white-tissue carpet.

Summer colds really, really suck. Or is it that they blow? I can't keep them straight, especially with all the delightful meds I've doped up on at the moment.

Anyway. Figured I'd share the misery.