The World of Cassandra Oleander

Monday, October 03, 2005

My Nose is Red

The problem with having a cold is that you don't feel like doing anything. Instead of being perky in the autumnal air, I've been rolled up in a quilt, sounding like a stuffed trombone and using up tissues like they regenerate.

Someday, my nose will clear (to be sung to the tune of "Someday, my Prince will come").

At this point, I'll take a clear nose!


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