Just breathe.

So, if I weren't so sick, I would write about how great it was to resume the Lynda/Michelle Thursday Night TV Party. And I would write about how sad I am that Kerry has left her job, and how mad I am and Luka for even thinking that he could cut her position.

But alas, all I can do is wistfully remember the days when I could breathe through both nostrils and make /m/ and /n/ sounds. And now I'm going to bed.