Don't fo'get'cho shawts, ma'am.
Goddd seriously, me too. This is my third day, and I've gotten past the nasal faucet stage and into the full-on congestion stage. Misery. However, Dr. Becky recommended that I take a bunch of Coricidin to get
... AHHH DO COCAAAINE.
My throat is all scratchy, and I can't smell or breathe. My head feels like it has gone swimming all by itself.
And I'm out of Jasmine tea. Really. What did I do to offend the Name, to deserve this!? [That was a Sandman reference, see. I'm witty.]
I'm going to let you borrow my book of Neil's short stories. I just finished it today, and the last two stories in the book are just.... insane, you absolutely must read them. One is about angels, and they refer to God as the Name sometimes, and that's why it occurs to me. The other is called Snow, Glass, and Apples, and I think you can gather what that one's about.