So I'm Quirky!
Apparently in my extreme sickness my um... unique qualities tend to be a bit... shall we say... glaring. I bought a large bottle of Mucinex (with a prayer) but what had they stuffed the bottle full of? Cotton balls! Curses! My one (and only) weakness! I implored Logan to get it out- while I looked away. His reaction? "What is wrong with you? It's just cotton!"
I don't know what it is about raw cotton- it freaks me out! I get waves of goosebumps and I start twitching. Even some loosely woven sweaters are too cotton-y. I even hate how it sounds when you squish it. I can barely type this, in fact. Simply the thought of this can bring me down.
I'm glad that the fate of the world in no way hinges on me- all the bad guys would have to do is load up a truck full of cotton balls- we'd all be finished.