Nothing to say, nothing to say, nothing to say....
Can one be brain dead, but at the same time have one's brain full to overflowing?
I hold JazzSis (yes you!) responsible for this state I'm in. I picked up her cold when I went to see her a couple of weeks ago and after having percolated deep deep inside me it rose like a phoenix and possessed me like a demon.
Who knew a body could contain this many repusive secretions.
JazzSis is guilty as charged.
Now I will retreat and moan and whine and hack and cough and just generally feel sorry for my little self.