lizardbeth | surfaces

My annoying little sniffle has grown up into an annoying big cold. ick. I hate colds, they're like maximum ick, with minimum payoff. I still have to do everything, because I don't really feel that sick, exactly, just slime on demand. So far the rest of the family is okay, which is good (although puzzling, because you'd think I should have got it from the germ sponge).

Yet I'm still scribbling (mostly) madly on Tartarus, despite the Kleenex use. I shudder to think about the Deathless Prose I'm producing in my snotty haze.