Today I mastered my technique of throwing tissues into the bin. I have found aiming at the wall and rebounding means they actually make it in. Score.

A cough seems to be developing, but my face seems to feel less like it has been hit by a truck and more that a kid shoved a marshmallow up my nose. I guess you win some and lose some.

In battling the marshmallow blocked nose I have devoured the rest of Pretty Little Liars. Unfortunately now I have to wait until around January to see the rest. In typical TV style, they left me hanging. Well played. There is a special Halloween episode to look forward to though. Needless to say, I will quiver in anticipation.

Now I want marshmallows. Perhaps I need to send Man Piece out on a run to find me some, I am after all sick and he should be catering to my every whim. (So if you’re reading this over my shoulder, I want marshmallows, goddamnit! Can you please go get me some from the dairy?)

Even in Day Two of the lurgy, I managed to get my brain to sufficiently clear enough to do three, YES THREE, job applications. Ok so technically, two of the jobs were with the same company and they were pretty much the same except in different areas, so I was able to use the same cover letter with a few minor changes. They had used the exact same job description, why can’t I use the same cover letter? Wrong or not? In the amount of cover letters I have written this year (100+), I don’t really care. They probably all end up the same anyway with that amount of repetition.

Man Piece has just informed me that he will not go and get me marshmallows. I even gave him kissy face, but he just said no and meowed at me. Damn. Although he has just brought in chocolate, not sure if that will satisfy the craving for marshmallows or just enhance it. It IS rocky road. So maybe.

He seems pretty hard to convince of things. He seemed to think that I was going to be making dinner tonight – vegetarian burgers – but after a lot of debate, I managed to convince him that me in the kitchen with the plague would be a very bad idea and he made dinner. Tofu noodles to be exact. They were rather hot and I was a bit dubious about them. I mean, c’mon – tofu?! It is NOTHING like chicken. But in the end, I didn’t have to cook dinner. Win.

That’s probably about all from Snot Watch: Day Two. Miracle cure seems to be working. As it is relieving the body pain and fever, but doesn’t really affect the amount of snot coming out of my nose. That is still coming like a leaking tap.

Next time on Snot Watch: Coughing – how much lung can you cough up before you actually stop breathing?

I am sick. The lurgy; the plague; the dreaded snot monster. Whatever you like to call it.

I somehow am producing more snot than I know what to do with. I blow my nose and five minutes later it would seem I need to do it again. How does one’s body produce so much snot? And in an awful green colour too.

On the bright side, Man Piece has bought me miracle cure aka Lemsip and more aloe vera tissues. So my nose doesn’t go all red and scaly like a dragon’s arse. There is hope for him after all. (He’s even making it for me.)

So in my lurgy infected day, I have watched several episodes of Pretty Little Liars, Get Him To The Greek, Dear John and Julie and Julia. Surprisingly the best out of all of those was Julie and Julia, mostly due to it spurring me on again and finding the whispiest amount of motivation to write again. Well played, sir, well played.

My head is pounding, my body is aching – although not as much as when I went snowboarding, which reminds me I still haven’t done a post about that. Maybe tomorrow in day two of lurgy watch I can catch up on a bit of blogging. Ever so hopeful.

Where was I? Ah yes, as I was in no condition to cook or even contemplate walking down the hill to fetch sustenance, I ordered Hells. For the first time ever, I had a bad experience with them. My pizza was warm, but in the moist-once hot stage and it lacked the usual amount of cheese. My wedges were not fully cooked, the cheese for the camembert was different it was less soft gooey and more stringy gooey and tasted bad. They also forgot my churros, in which I had to call them up to ask for them. So much effort for someone who can barely think straight because the plague is addling my brain. The delivery guy soon returned with my churros, which seemed to be over-deep-fried. Kind of ew. But in all of this they did bring me extra wedges and Camembert as a sorry for forgetting your churros. That was nice of them.

But as I am only one person (and I had also ordered some mis-fortune cookies), I now have an abundance of Hells sitting in the fridge. Guess that’s lunch and snacks for tomorrow taken care of.

After my disappointing, of sorts, feast, I have since crawled back to the comfort and warmth of bed. Where man piece has provided me with miracle cure, which he made too hot (his first time, I’ll let it slide) and has said I’m pretty, even though I’m in sweats, sweating and have awful green boogers coming out of my nose.

He probably just wants something.

And thus concludes day one of Snot Watch. Join me tomorrow as I detail the second thrilling day of adventure and intrigue on the couch.

Oh, and I wrote this entire post on my iPhone. A lot harder than I thought it would be but a very interesting experiment, nonetheless.

Haven’t been up to much lately, but I feel I need to write, so an update on my mundane life was needed.

The last few weeks have kind of being a blur, I’m not really sure what I’ve been up to.

I went back to Hastings for a week, nothing much happened. Then I came back to Wellington and had a job interview and then headed to Auckland and had another job interview. (Will do a separate post on Auckland shenanigans.)

Back to Wellington we came and now I’m stuck playing the waiting game again. Waiting to hear whether or not I have a job. This is my life. Nothing much else happens.

So I’m catching up on TEEVEE I have missed in the last week. Guess I should look for jobs too.

I know I’m all about perseverance and I won’t stop until I find a job, but I’m tired. I’m tired of trawling Trade Me, Seek and other job sites and applying for one after the other and most of the time not hearing back from them. I just want a job. Life would actually be so much better if I was to have one already.

Anyway, as I said, not much has happened, not much is happening, because this is my life and nothing really happens.