Phlegm Paroxysm

So much so that I thought I’ve evolved a technique to hack green boogers at people 10 feet away, blinding them and, possibly, yuck them to a comatose state.

There’s a damn reserve down there, in the throat. I can store up a considerable load.

(Early signs of mutation? Possibly. At any rate, prospects of being mutant isn’t quite as devastating. I could be an X-Man. With a name like Plegmer. Radical.)

Wanted to write something before I get hooked back into Left 4 Dead 2 (which has taken my nightlife. Dawn belongs to sleep, afternoons belong to work, evening belongs to the dogs, and that short bit before video game simplification; my dad’s coffee).

The addiction has thankfully waned (I don’t pine for it, for example, or shiver uncontrollably when the urge to play grew too strong and I was still in the toilet), but I still play nightly. And I’m not getting any better in VS, haha.

It felt quick, but closing week is about next week, officially starting on Monday, though I’m already forsaking tomorrow’s Awal Muharram break to finish off the reviews. And, possibly, the weekend.

And if we send in before Christmas, I’m taking a 5-day break. Do I deserve it? Nope. But I’ll be a bitch and just try for it.

After that, aim for a freelancing gig. With permission, of course.

(This post has derailed completely, and I’m too distracted by various trailers to make a coherent post. Therefore, I shall stop here, and leave it in a cliff-hanging state).

(Jeng. Jeng. Jengggg.)