Woke up with a very nasty sorethroat yesterday. I suspect it had to do with singing (to euphemise, that is) the vocally impossible at K-box the night before. Then TW prophesised that "the flu package is coming with it next." Unfortunately, he was right and my throat did make me pay. My nose started running like a tap this morning and has since exhausted half a year's worth of the household's tissue paper supply. Fever ensued later in the evening and the rain was no help. Not cool, literally.

When one falls sick, the nose gets blocked and so does the brain. I so further cannot blog.