So this is what it's like: Michael Bublé on repeat and the flu.
I suppose at least the parting gifts I received aren't visible, sorry about those by the way but you know I can't help myself.
On the other hand, once you put a shirt on you can forget about them (I was always considerate at least) whereas I'm stuck blowing my nose every two minutes.
In a few days I know both of our 'parting gifts' will have vanished and it's the invisible marks we'll be dealing with but hopefully they wont be sticking around and influencing our lives too long.
Sorry, again.
// I'm done, I swear. Last one. Promise. //
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