ahh haah HHAA AA CHOOO!

My Home.

Pardon me. I fear I have a lingering cold. You can't spread what you don't have, you know.
*cough*

Do you like looking upon my image? It's not actually me. In fact, I'm not technically even female. But I do not think you weak-minded visually-overstimulated mortals would appreciate my multi-coloured boils. Or the color-coordinating pus that detracts from my otherwise lovely death pallor.

For that matter, I do not care to look upon my image any more than you may. I am still feeling a bit queazy from a bad case of the stomach virus I've been carrying around this summer.

I may have been able to shake it off, but I was still recovering from SARS. One of my recent joys of creation.

I would offer you some refreshments, but that's not such a good idea. I like to control who gets what disease. In fact, I'd suggest you don't put your lips on anything here. I think I may even have a bottle of anti-bacterial wash somewhere. If you do not like my decor, I'd advise you to keep your comments to yourself mortal. One should not tempt the fates when it comes to the power of the 4 Horsemen! You should be bowing your head, and ducking away right about now in fact. One who does not fear the deadly power of Pestilence (Pesty to my friends) will soon regret their insolen. insol.

*sniffle*

I feel dizzy.

And a bit sweaty.

I think I need to go lie down for a bit.

Is it cold in here to you?

*cough*