This morning, I coughed up three small children.

If anyone has any need of me today, I will be lying on the couch, trying to find the words that will properly poeticize the feeling of some unknown-but-high quantity of post-nasal sludge oozing slowly down the lining of my throat. In addition, I may be conducting some experiments concerning chewing gum vis-à­¶is sneezing forcefully.

It’s a beautiful world; I’m just living in it.