By the end of it, I was tres tired of the snaps. In my defense, I've been under the weather. I've had a yucky cold all week with crusty snot seeping out of strange pores (tear ducts), and Mamma keeps attacking my face with wet meem-pos (wash cloths). The feeling is reminiscent of an angry SOS scouring pad. Sleep was to be my bosom friend this day.
