I was wrong. So very, very wrong.
I should have recognized it. It was too easy, too neat. The Immune Troops didn’t defeat the evil army of Teh Sick. They were allowed to think they were winning. The attack on Sinus Valley was a ruse, a sham, a red herring, designed to lull me and my immune system into a false sense of security. I should have seen it, but they were too good, and were to able to mask their true plan: A strategic retreat between a narrow pass, concealing the main body of troops as they slip out quietly behind and down the esophagus to stage a two-pronged offensive in the chest and lungs.
I’m sending in the Halls reserves whenever they need replenishment, and while it seems relatively contained, so far Teh Sick Army has the upper hand.
Those bastards. Those sneaky, sick, damn dirty bastards. But I shall prevail, oh yes. My resources are far greater than theirs. I may not be able to mount a defense as quickly as they were able to assemble their campaign, but my legions are relentless, cruel, and without mercy, and soon their black little viral hearts will sink and their filthy capsids tremble as they begin to fully understand that I have not yet begun to fight!
COUGHhackwheeze
[sub]Bastards.[/sub]
::pops a Halls Centers::
Well, it’s Firday, and TG for that. Got my caffeine fix for the morning, though fat lot of good it does. The best I can say for it was that it provided a nice change between mouthfuls of metholated artificial cherry flavouring. To be honest, this isn’t as bad as I’ve had it before; coughing is minimal but enough to be annoying and a little painful, so I’m sure I’ll live as long as it doesn’t get much worse.
And now for something completely different…
When I was googling some keywords because I was trying to remember which sea creature flipped its stomach inside-out as an escape mechanism (sea cucumber, BTW), I came across one of the stranger woo-woo-science articles I’ve seen in a while. It’s entitled Suppressed anger expelled via the stomach and is described with the blurb, “Here is more evidence of the link between our physical ailments and our unresolved emotional issues. In this case, Jenny Newton describes an intense case of suppressed anger that is expelled (while doing EFT) from the stomach via 5 minutes of burping and acidic sensations.”
I loved this bit:
Bring up wind. snerk Actually, this could come in handy. Next time someone complains about my salami belches, I’m just going to tell them that I’m expelling my anger.
Because it’s bad to keep that bottled up.
**Mahna[sup]2[/sup]**Cream of Smog. How apt a description. It’s fixin’ to rain at some point, though I don’t expect we’ll actually see it 'til tomorrow some time. For now we just get to swim in its evaporative phase, which isn’t doing my Immune Battalion any favours.
Spaz - That was an awesome article! I so want to believe that it was Onion-class satire (“Sure, they’re cute and all, but what can they do?”) but … it’s Japan. Japan isn’t from around here.
Back in a bit…