In the Red.

The bulbous tip fleshes its rage.

I'm talking about my nose, an oft-indicator of my personal well-being. While my tissue strips ply the nostrils (pun intended) , my orbs are fixated on the Bible Verse of the Day.



Even with 9 am and 10.30pm being the markers of my working hours and beyond, I have no complaints, for I truly enjoy the nature of my current job.

Well, plastic scuffles and drips aside, the Nose is protesting vehemently with choral refrains of Achoo.

Unplugged.

Encore, anyone?