Pettifogging

I laid awake last night imagining that within my sinus cavity was a majestic mountain range just entering early Spring.  The great floes of mucus were melting, feeding the gushing streams of snot flowing unabated out of my nose.  Meanwhile, far below, a team of dwarves were loosening the chunks of phlegm that were carried upwards by the coughs they perceived as cataclysmic earthquakes.

So that was my night… how was yours?