I can't bweathe...

The last few days, I've been in the office spreading germs to everybody.... Haha...

I've been surviving on just one nostril. My brain is disintergrating into pulp, and is actually dripping out through this one surviving nostril.

The other nostril is stuck for some strange reason. And that's why I'm whistling bubbly tunes through the other nostril too.

There's something in my throat that feels like a slimy fish trying to wriggle its way around within the confined space of my throat canal. And obviously, not much air can go in that way either.

And obviously I can't breathe through my ears.

So it's very easy to kill me at this point. Just cover the one last functioning nostril, and within seconds, I'll be blue in the face, gasping for air.

Yucks. All orifices seemed to be either clogged or spewing gross stuff.

I quite poor thing right?!