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 JevInstincts
Here I sit thinking. Thinking, thinking, thinking. I'm actually doing more sniffling sniffling sniffling than anything. No I haven't got the flu, but I've had a wicked cold now for about a month. Lost my voice for about a week (that part was cool, because for a while there I thought I was James Earl Jones). Was feeling better for almost a week, and then started feeling terrible again. As I write this I feel like a two year old. Uh huh, I'm a big baby. How do I know it's not the flu? I had my flu shot that's how. If there's a silver lining to being sick it's the fun you can have with nasal excreta. Oh, be warned, I'm about to get disgusting. Yup, I'm gonna write about snot this month. You'd think that I'd go on about love and all it's associated glory since it is February and all. Nah. The other day I was sitting at my desk, snorting a little bit (actually a lot, I know it's gross, but I didn't have any gum) as I was trying to save tissue paper. After a while I didn't have much choice. I had to blow. So I did. Geez what a racket. It kept coming out and finally ended in an audible splat. Then my buddy, who I'll call Nibor, says to me, "Hey Jev, you could stomp on that and make a snot rocket." Now that's a pretty picture. Maybe I should go to the doctor. That much green can't be good for you. Jevster,
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