OK, so that's a terrible pun, I admit it. But the sad fact is that this is about the level of wit I am reduced to these days. I blame it on my reduced mental capacity - well, I can only assume that my brain must be crushed up into an ever decreasing cranial cavity, the rest being filled with a seemingly endless supply of festering mucus.
After spending the first two months of the pestilent stink hole that is 2010 with some dreadful sinus-clogging malady, I finally got rid of it just in time for tree pollen season. So, every morning without fail I begin the snot-filled day with two squirts of nasal spray up each crusty nostril and an all day antihistamine swilled down with a berocca to fight the good fight against the various daily assaults against my ailing immune system. I am confident that Boots will ride out any recession based on my level of custom alone. My bank balance on the other hand, as well as my nasal passages, is getting a right royal kicking.
I resent this.
I don't want to be spending my hard-earned cash on not feeling like utter crap. Not even spending it to feel good; just to maintain some level of equilibrium above the point of a shuffling sniffly morlock. I want to be spending it on going out, travelling, eating, drinking or generally having fun in any way shape or form. Sadly though I spend my days at the pharmacist's counter buying various pills and potions to swallow or stuff up my nose, not to get high, just to get normal.
How utterly utterly despressing. Sniff.
Busy, busy, busy.
15 years ago
