Trashed elbow

Mother pus bucket. After a few days of speaking with a slightly sexier voice than usual and not being able to sing up to my usual standard, I now have the cold that has been affecting the other two dullards in my apartment.

Perhaps also something to do with the questionable wisdom of drinking outdoors in Winter.

Consequently I shall be going to bed in my second-hand hoody tonight. With the hood up. If I can make it through tomorrow I'll have a days respite before the drudgery begins again.

This promises to be character building.