It is awfull when you wake up and find out that your throat has been invaded and is now inhabited by sting bees, who for some reason put a lot of nails down your throat. Yes, I have a sore throat. I do not know why, but I will put the blame on those Iraqi insurgents, Kim Jong-ill, Iran, the instant temperature drop by 20degrees (celsius) or smokers. I was out last night with nii and virtual-girl, and cigarette smoke & heat was killing us. So, the culprit of my sore-throat day I think is the cold&cigarette smoke. You cannot go to a decent place without having smoke fill your clothes, hair, and skin. I hate that, because I smell like a cigarette. I have some tablets and a lot of cups of tea at my premises, and I'll keep using them until those nails & bees leave my throat alone. I should also get in shape for the radioshow tonight. Leutrim, a great friend of mine, will be my guest.
Shoemakers make shoes. Does the snowmaker make snow?And who is the snowmaker anyway?
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