Yes, it's a cold, but I figure you and I might have gotten it from the same villain, so don't come after me.

SINS, if I thought I could stay conscious enough for the drive and subsequent singing, and I wanted to be South Portland's very own "Typhoid Mary" (no offense intended), I might still try to make it. Otherwise, I'm going to sleep, wear slob clothes, stick string beads, and watch all the gentle, kind people on Mudcat rip each other new buttholes in the political threads.

Brían, if one MUST mix them, one should have one's metaphors shaken, not stirred. They're a lot like similes, only different. Less vermouth, I think.