melting head

my nose's been running pretty amazingly.
ultra marathon grade, surely.

until two days ago:
why do people buy these 4 packs of kleenex boxes? that's too much.

today:
i shouldve asked someone to take me to costco so i can buy more kleenex.

my nostril is feeling raw, and what people call post-nasal drip feels more like that flash flood in basement apartment during summer drench. i can cough so resonant that i could probably get a gig as a subwooper for next few days.

i blame this on my occupation.

it's still winter and temp just dropped again. so i cant really turn pages so easily (photocopied pages are the worst for sticking together, thanks to static. this is a REAL THING, static + printers)
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/02/12/why-paper-jams-persist

so in desperation, i often lick my right index finger tip.
and yeah, sometimes my finger, which has been playing on communal pianos, have a 'taste.'

i dont even know how many what i have ingested by 'turning pages.'

but im surely blaming it for this sinus infection or a cold, i cant really tell. the internet peeps say if the dischage is colourful, it's an infection, if it's clear, it's a cold. but then that's also a dividing point for serious web arguments... all i know is that it will stop when it wants to.

bleh.

achoo.

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