Lungs, please stahp

   It really sucks to be down with the worst case of the flu I've had since ... well, I can't remember having a worse case. I'm coughing. Hard. That's the worst part of it. Going to bed is a chore because you need to take all the right medicines in the right order and sit in the bed just the right way to dampen the coughing fits just enough to fall asleep. After that I might get somewhere between 5 and 6 hours before I can't breathe. If I'm lucky. Oh, the phlegm. In short, I can't do shit. Halloween is around the corner and I wanted to dazzle in a new outfit. Now I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it.

Who's with me?

I don't usually look at trailers because I don't like having my fun spoiled beforehand but goddammit, I couldn't keep away from this one.

My face the entire time:

Sooo....

 Basically.

With my head in a bag

It's one of those days when one does what one has to do to bring back order to the chaos of life. Or at least organise your chaos in a way more fitting to your life...
   Returning to work yesterday after surgery was tough but seeing as I'm about as hard to kill as a pissed off badger, I did fine.
   Yeah, I know. Surgery was minimally invasive, went really well and has already done wonders to my mental state. "Pleased" doesn't even begin to cover it.
   Today I'm dyeing my hair, drinking my new Earl Gay tea (yes, gay), giving in to my sweet tooth and avoiding folding all the clothes I've washed this morning. It's raining.

EDIT:

It turned out ok.