I don’t feel so good. It seems that a cold is worming its way through my system. It’s either that or the important mechanisms that normally reside within my skull have been replaced with a terrible, Lovecraftian beast, some unnamed cephalopodic evil, oozing though my sinuses. Oh boy, I hope it’s not the latter.
In other words, I feel kind of gross, I’m hopped up on DayQuil, and I want to go to bed. Boo hoo. Woe is me. Here’s a drawing:
It’s my opinion that the human nose was poorly designed. If not poorly designed, certainly poorly placed. It drips, clogs, sneezes, bleeds now and then, and it does all of these pleasant things from the center of your face.