Shawn [of Psych and “He’s so ugly!” fame]: There he is!I have a cold!
Gus [blinking, shaking his head]: What time is it?
Gus [realizing he’s in the passenger seat of his own car]: What happened?
Shawn: I might have dropped 6 allergy pills in your Frosty while you were peeing.
This is unfortunate, as I really did want to get back into the libraries when they opened up at the end of vacation period. Instead I’ve been sleeping twelve or thirteen hours a night, rubbing my nose and upper lip so raw that I have almost doubled the radius of my open mouth, and single-handedly created as much snot as there is sludge on Moscow streets (a lot, that means).
Excuse me, my five minutes are up. I need to go find another Kleenex.
Edited to add:
December 31: Frozen Icarus thinks, "I haven't done any kind of facial-hair challenge since 2008's Decem-beard. I want a mustache." The mustache growing begins (it is currently in the form of a disconnected goatee until the mustache is long enough to stand on its own.)
January 13: Briullov sends me this link.
Yes! I am exactly a fortnight ahead of the curve! I've not felt this great since I heard Owl City's "Fireflies" (via Pandora) a good two months before WFNX played it. Hurrah!