"Currently on headache duty. Don't get jealous."
I took a bit of a baguette and withdrew back to my room.
Closing the door, my sinuses knew they were free again to reclaim my attention. They put on quite a show, one their audience had no hope of leaving early.
"You caused me to miss my streak," I told them.
They didn't mind. More personal time, they called it.
The bastards.
then maybe not. maybe that's why i don't like the idea of fixating on a , since i recognize that it's recognized so universally.