So I've been sick the past couple of days. Nothing serious, just a cold, but I've been exceptionally snotty. Which is good, I guess, because it means the cold isn't moving down into my lungs thus starting another 4 month bout of bronchitis because I have no insurance and am too poor to go to the doctor. So, yeah, snotty. This morning, I was driving to work and felt a sneeze coming on. Now, normally when I sneeze, in the absence of tissue, I'll just bury my face in the crook of my elbow to try to limit the area of spatter. This morning, though, a little voice in my head told me that would be a bad idea and you have a handful of napkins in the glovebox get them out now and it might be a good idea to take off your gloves too MOVE WOMAN!

It was, hands down, the grossest sneeze ever. I don't know if any sneeze in history has EVER done its job of removing blockages and foreign material from the sinuses like this sneeze did. Yeah. Ew.



God, I am so sorry anyone who actually read that. I don't know why I'm shared that, but I did.

In other news, the cold has slowed the NaNo process down (is that even possible? comes from the peanut gallery. Shut up, peanut gallery), but I started picking up the pace last night. I think because I'm close to the inital sighting of Jeremy.