Oh bugger.

Now I'm coughing like all anything (also very tired, but I think that was just accumulated lack of sleep--which wasn't at all helped last night since I couldn't sleep for the coughing!). Pooky is telling me to go to the doctor, but I really don't think I have what he has, so I'm resisting.

This had better not stick around for long, or I shall be very put out. (See me be delusional. Every time I have a cough, it goes on for weeks. Curse these frail human lungs.)

Grumble.

Bad enough being sick, but just when I could put some time to use for sewing, I can't find my goddamn shears. I'm feeling desperately annoyed by everything at the moment.