I'm writing a novel in my head, yet I can't find the words on the keyboard. When the words do manage to find their way onto the page that old villain Mr. Backspace callously sweeps them all away, as if they were never written.
My head feels fuzzy, no doubt due to my most beloved friend, Sinus Pressure. He always seems to find me when there is cold air about, and instead of wrapping me in warmth, he digs his claws near my nose and eyes and refuses to let go. I am not suited for cold weather, but can only hope this is not a permanent condition.
Currently in a Frank Sinatra kind of mood, let me move aside thoughts and feelings, and allow you a glimpse into my mind
Frank Sinatra - "The Way You Look Tonight"
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