You'll be pleased to know that my new career direction--Marn, Host of The Neverending Cold o' Death--is progressing well.
I came downstairs this morning as I have for the last few days, eyes bleary, and sneezing with enough force to propel the next shuttle launch if NASA runs into some sort of fuel problem.
Puts a whole new spin on the term "snot rocket", eh?
Ewwwww, I know, that was gross but I can't help myself. I'm loopy on Benylin. Yes, it's gotten to the point that Marn Is Blaming It On The Drugs.
Sad, isn't it?
For most people the bleary eyes, the violent sneezing, they would be enough. But no, not me--*I* believe in throwing your all into an illness. In the gaps between the sneezes I'm doing my best to cough up an internal organ or two.
No luck so far, but if I succeed I promise to let you know pronto.
PLUS there will be photographs, seeing as I have a digital camera, eh.
Isn't the internet a wonderful thing?
Aren't you really, really glad you live a great distance from me?
And if I'm not exactly regular with the updates over the next few days, well now you understand why, 'kay?
There has been an outpouring of sympathy for the plight of one small moose. The incredibly cute and deeply talented Paul of Rilting fame has even made a button for the Do It For The Moose Campaign.
Here's where the instructions are on how to get it.
Want to delve into my sordid past?
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