You know what? Just noticed something even worse than that. With whatever’s up there secreting in the nasal cavities, there is no real way to breathe while eating cookies. A small bite, chew, swallow and then mouth-breathe for air. Heavy breaths. Larger chunks of cookies mean more panic. What? Simply not eat the cookies? Don’t. Be. Stupid.

Learn from my mistakes. don’t go to the right in the intersection with the man screaming “Iä! Iä!” It’s just not worth it.

My nose and cheeks are tender from all the sneezing. Somehow this body has managed to use the friction and G-force to turn itself into a meat hammer with no need to a table. A meat hammer from a human skull.

As if this wasn’t enough, there is this slimy runny stuff coming out of the nose. I fear the tentacles can not be far away now.

After my post-dinner-nap — first one this week! — I had to have tea and cookies. Had to. There were nosebleed. I’m starting to worry that there might be something wrong, I’ve never had nosebleed this often before. Don’t want it now either. It’s so hard to get that blood back where it belong — in the nose of course. Duct tape it? Haven’t tried. Yet.