I cannot stop sneezing. My stupid body (see note below on reason #19641975 why it is stupid) seems to be picking one symptom per day, this week. Yesterday was Sore Throat De La Muerte, and today I sneeze. A lot. I was terrified I'd sneeze into the mic on a call and blast some poor customer's eardrums out with the sheer power of my lungs. Because my lungs are mighty. Arrrrr.
Yup, it's official. My sex drive has actually reached the negative range*. GO ME!
There is a fly somewhere in my apartment; I can hear it buzzing. Said buzzing is slowly driving me insane.
*This does not mean I want to hump pussinboots' or lepetitemort's legs any less. Nor does it mean I'm trying to weasel out of any sexual favors I might owe to ramaxela or neonid (the latter having earned said favors for tolerating years of teasing and general abuse, the former... I don't remember why). It merely means my body responds to almost NOTHING, and when it does respond, barely so. Stupid body. Oh well. Most people have cooties, anyway.