My students sneezed all over the place in haphazard English, I caught their spit with my nostrils, absorbed the germs into my physiology and now I have a cold named Olif squatting on my chest like a Russian heavyweight. Having a cold inspires nothing but ultimate brain clog, so all writings, images and whatnots will be postponed until the snot streaming from my nose morphs to booger. Achoo!
