I am sloooooowly recovering from my second cold of the year. The past weekend has been an endless loop of me peering into tissues and then recoiling in horror while shouting, “That was in my head?!? EURRGGHHH! *cough*” I swear to God, I’ve expelled half my weight in snot and phlegm (no matter what that lying bitch of a scale says).
In other news, the New York state department of labor has finally condescended to inform me that I cannot claim benefits on the basis of my time at the United Nations because said organization does not pay unemployment insurance.
Let’s take a moment to savor the irony, shall we?
So, to cheer myself up, I shall work on my Twin Peaks fanfic debut, “Five Deaths That Never Happened to Laura Palmer.”