It still sucks, but at least, the running, drippy bullshit is mostly over.
Now, it’s annoying cough, hey, thanks for joining the party. Did I introduce you to plugged ears?
No?
Well, here, you two will get along swimmingly. Perhaps we can entice fever over for a little menage-a-trois?
No? Not yet? Just the tip?
Is delirium a cold symptom? Asking for a friend.
Target: 900 words
Written: 152 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: The Shining, Stephen King
Comics: 100 Bullets 53-56
Music: Never Let Me Down, David Bowie (apparently, he hated this album, which, like, okay, I guess it's less lyrically poignant than most of his others, but it's not exactly horrible, which just goes to show how good he was, I guess. If the work you hated is still pretty good, you must be doing something right.)