Seriously. That's not, like, some witty title for a post. A gnat just actually flew up my nose. And frankly, I'm not thrilled about it. Because, as of right now, I have still not pinpointed its location. So, to my (neurotic) mind, there are only three possibilities:
1. It's lodged in mucus somewhere, and will be blown out in the natural course of things. Although this is the best option, since I have been searching for it, vigorously, I don't have high hopes. (It's not picking your nose if you have a tissue wrapped around your finger, right?!?)
2. It's already buried deep within my sinus cavity where the dark, moist environment is perfect for egg laying. In three weeks I will be naturally labotomized by millions of baby gnat larvae living off my brain tissue and my children will find me rocking in the corner, drooling.
3. It's hanging around in that mysterious space between nose and throat, waiting like a ninja to drop down into my trachea, then into my lungs where it will burrow and (insert the second half of #2 here, but something with lungs).
AND I AM SUPPOSED TO WRITE LIKE THIS!? I AM A TICKING TIME BOMB, FFS!!!
And this, my friends, demonstrates the lengths I will go to NOT to work on my current WIP. Welcome to my world.
