Ugh. Ears blocked. Throat scratchy. Nose doing that frustrating indecisive thing where it can’t decide whether it’ll get its kicks more from rendering me incapable of breathing without looking like a demented goldfish, or making me have to dash around the house for a tissue every minute or so.
And I know what this is. This is That Higher Being Up There laughing at me for skipping my lecture and tute last night to go to the Game On exhibition at Fed Square. (Go check it out. It’s copious amounts of fun. Who knew ’70s arcade games could be so darn addictive?)
Not that I’m advocating skipping any classes, mind you. This is definitely going to bite me on the behind later. With crazy metal jaws. Multiple times. Most likely during the mid-year exams.