I have a sniffle. One of those sniffle you wish wouldn't sneak up on you and smack you sneeze-producer hard on the back, thereby causing "sneeze," thereby causing, "aw, eww, that's my notebook." Yeah. I'm a blog whore and I'm telling you about my nasal troubles because I swear they have propelled me throughout my house this afternoon, as I tried to study for statistics. Like I'll learn anything.
As far as interesting stories go, this certainly is not one of them. But, the lunacy is coming. Four days. National Writing Month-- click on that link if you want to join in a 50,000 word lollapalooza.
A side note-- they've been putting something in Ms. Pixel's toasted ravioli. She's waxing poetic about the Lou again...