Ugh. Can't breathe. The creeping crud that made my throat hurt yesterday is making me hack and sputter today. I feel like I've got an elephant on my chest. <-- that sounds like the worst come on line ever: "Is that an elephant on your chest, or are you just happy to see me?" "Uh, you do realize that boobs don't work that way, right?"

Ah, the micro-fiction. It pops up in the nost unexpected places.