02.17.04

The mucus production team in my sinuses got the wrong memo. They're producing with exuberant abandon. The floodgates let loose during drawing class at 8:30 this morning. It hasn't stopped.

Maybe I'll go snot on the unpleasant person of last evening. That'd be a juvenile and unevolved thing to do, wouldn't it.

*sigh* Too bad I'm, like, a grown-up 'n' stuff.

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