Balls. Some ratbag has given me a cold. Illness is my enemy, and I will fight it. Or at least attempt to drown it in pseudoephedrine. It must be conquered before Saturday. Tonight, I shall sit quietly rugged up and avoid humans. Possibly attach a hose to my face to get rid of the mucus. Plenty of fun, indeed.
lol
poor thing, before the real spring and summer seasons, it seems you have so many trouble.