*CROAK*

The ugly green shawl was famous during my post grad, having been carried, without fail, summer and winter alike. I had a penchant for catching colds in the AC, and thereafter sneezing everytime the prof paused for breath.

Skipping work today, I groan mentally. I can't groan out loud because I have no voice. Its been two days of alternately feeling hot and cold and there are only a few things I can think of.

• How I hate stuff in the plasmatic state.
• The box of chocolate icecream in the freezer that bewitchingly tweaks its fingers at me.
• That the combination of hot water and salt is the most disgusting thing the poor tongue has ever borne.
• Sleeping on your side unclogs one part of your head- only to clog the other.
• That building a tissue pile is only fun till you realise how gross it is.
• Trying to say Cold and not Code, and Sick, not Sigg.
• Large doses of Benadryl that make everything seem roooosy.

I dislike having a cold *sniff* I hate having to sleep with my mouth open *honk* And I detest that I croak like a frog when I sing my favourite song. Oo, but I like that I can rhyme Frog and Song for a change. Sic!