My nose is running like the boston marathon. I have one kleenex left. Its 2pm...the odds of this baby lasting until 5 are slim to none...
Which bring me to the irony that, since this is a hospital you would THINK they would have soft kleenex...but, you would be wrong. Its like rubbing your nose on sandpaper and rocks....but looks like I'll be inviting those rocks over for tea in the next few minutes...
"bless you"
Yup, sandpaper here I come.
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