disgusting details

Five days of sinus infection, two days of work missed, one public holiday wasted. Also, in the Department of Disgusting Detail, I didn't believe my sister when she told me this, but it's perfectly true: towards the end of a sinus infection, the gunk you produce when blowing your nose is orange! Eeeuw. With a mini, mucusal, cthulhoid blob squatting in my sinuses for the better part of a week, no wonder I've been feeling like death.

I'm back in my bedroom, though - sans cupboards, towel rail, bathroom shelves or cords on the new blinds, but dammit, I'm resident. I cannot sufficiently express the pleasure that is sleeping once more in a double bed, which means I don't have to fight Golux for space. It is actually possible that I may be forced to remain celibate for the rest of my life, on the grounds that I'm not sure I could train myself back into sharing space with anyone but a smallish feline. Maybe if it was a really big bed...

Bunny Threat Level: still holding in the yellow, the last four days have been a write-off. But tomorrow will be different. *sets jaw, summons up blood, imitates actions of tiger, perishes from terminal metaphor mixing*