Sore.

Oh snap out of it. If you thought I will be writting another sappy post, you would be so mistaken. The holiday season is long over and so is my needy mushy nonsensical self. I am back and in full vigour.

So is the virus attacking my upper lip. In any other circumstance I would have my bowels churning to even think about having a cold sore. I have always associated it with dirty thoughts of dirty people doing dirty deeds. And here I have a sore with no claim to that kind of fame. Not fair methinks. But then not much in life is.

So here I have a swollen upper lip, painful and ugly and limiting my food intake, which of course may not be such a horrible thing.

So when I decided not to make resolutions, I said nothing about not becoming a better person this year. This is my first step. Next time I see a person with a cold sore I know, it could just well be platonic.