That's what happened to me this morning. I sneezed and sneezed and sneezed one after the other till my nose fell off and i had to stick it back on with Feviqwik. Now it rests precariously on the cartilege, while i try and ward off any more sneezes coming my way.
My throat hurts too, because i'm such a loud sneezer. It's gone all sore and itchy, and i have to make weird noises to ensure the base of my tongue scratches against the walls of my throat to give it some respite.
My tummy's acting weird and in the middle of nothing decides to torture me with sporadic and completely unnecessary cramps. And it's grown so much in size that every time i see myself in the mirror, i'm afraid a baby's going to pop right out from under. It's not a nice feeling, i'm telling you.
Lament is my new favourite word. I'm reading Tales of Troy and Greece by Andrew Lang, and the word appears and reappears, so i'm completely taken by it.
That's all.
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