Of Tissues and Niquil

Hey there, this is  Miss A.F.!
     *sniff, sniff* So, my cough has escalated into a cold. Last night, I ran a fever, developed a throbbing headache, forgot my mother's maiden name, and began talking like this: "Hey, mob, hab you seend the tissues? *cough* I thing I left theb in the...*sniff, cough*... cad you find theb for...*cough*...oh, neber mind." I'm growing sick of the smell of Vick's and Niquil. I still can't find that box of tissues. I really liked it, it had fun penguins on the side. Now I'm using the boring, mauve/pink tissue box. On the upside, however, I get to curl up on the sofa with a fluffy novel (and tissues) for hours at a time, without being disturbed. That I like.
     Because my mental faculties aren't quite what they should be, I'm afraid that's all I have to report (for now).

Happy Almost Thanksgiving!
Miss Artsy Fartsy
P.S.
Where did those tissues go?