So now I'm sniffling, snorking, honking and oozing creeper, Chuthulu's pet Splonker. My weapons, a roll of toilet paper.
As Chuthulu's new pet, I have a special cool/gross power, but I have to warn you, if you're eating lunch, or dinner, you may want to go on with your day not knowing what it is.
The membrane in my nose has been irritated and therefor I'm in a near constant nose bleed. As the bloody sheets of paper gather around me making my work space like the floor around the ankles of a civil war surgeon, I reach for another. I have to risk blowing my nose or simply dribbling all over the place.
Now there is a space in my sinus plumbing that blows back into my eye, leaking air up under my tear ducts when I blow my nose.
Are you ready for this?
I blew my nose and blood backed up my sinus and squirted out my eye, splashing onto my monitor. Blearily, I reached up to wipe it off and only succeeded to smear it all over the place.
I think it's time for bed, don't you?