"...she would always proclaim that 'Tomorrow is Muffin Day!' It was never Muffin Day."

It's not Phantom Muffin Day. It is god-damn Muffin Day.

It's also BLAARRRG WAAAH day, because Dad infected me with his stupid cold. You win some, you lose some.

Radio Sicko

I am flattened with snot. Time to put on lots of Air and Massive Attack.

Although it's not the snot that really gets to me, to tell you the truth. For some reason, nearly every virus I get goes straight for my muscles. This one is just a cold, but it's really uncomfortable. I'm gonna go take some ibuprofen.

EDIT: I changed my mind, it IS the snot that really gets to me. I'd forgotten: if you can't breathe, you can't sleep.