darthfar | Virus 1, Far 0 (Reply)

So. My hypothalamus has gone on Christmas vacation, my throat feels as if I've been eating economy packs of razor blades, and the mucus-production plant in my nose, having realised that it is already the end of the year, with nothing to show for it, has, in a fit of frenzy, gone into production overdrive. I'm pretty sure that a battle between nucleic acid invaders in protein capsid armour, and my body's police force and SWAT team, is raging somewhere. In the meantime, said defending army is far too busy to engage in less important maintenance activity, with the result that I also managed to come down with a very interesting case of food allergies last night, and had to be medicated with long-acting antihistamines - and so have been in Major Wooze Mode from last night right through to this morning's meeting (and I'm still woozy). The only good news is that, come hell or highwater, I am still perfectly capable of aiming and firing a sniper rifle with impeccable accuracy. So I may be shambling through the city with bloodshot eyes and a gushing nose, but those dang zombies in Louisiana are still Eating Lead. Aheheh.