Still Crook

I spent the past few days desperately trying to convince myself that, despite all evidence to the contrary, I technically still had lungs.

Now I am painfully reminded of the existence of my lungs every minute or two because they are filled with pain-flavoured gunk and are quite miffed about this fact.

And yet, I can't help but notice that in my previous post I elected to assign an arbitrary five-digit number to the simpleton of a cell that kicked off this misery and for the second time since I started this blog, I managed to inadvertently produce a five-digit prime number.

If it happens once, it's an anecdote. If it happens twice, it's data. That is definitely how logic works and any attempts to explain otherwise will be destroyed by the unshakeable edifice of confirmation bias.

Fucking Cold

This was my day.

Me: I think I will accomplish many things (or at least update that ratty old blog I used to have).

Sinus Cell #14939: Hey! I found this neat particle! You know what would be really cool? Making a billion more of them! And then dying!

Other Sinus Cells: Wow! That is cool! Let's all participate in this new trend!

Human rhinovirus: *goes viral*

Post Poned.

I was planning to write an actual post with all the words and everything but I'm feeling crook and can't do things right now.

Except gakking my lungs out. That I think I can handle.