Phlegm, anyone?

I'm still suffering from diarrhea of the nose (not to mention the monsters I'm coughing up, these days, eh!), and we're totally running out of tissues (we already ran out of tea, bread, salmon, etc..). Thatsit has also discovered the joy of chewing on cables, especially when she wants my attention - which she wants all the time, even when I'm trying to sleep. Last night, she kept waking me up by puking on various spots around a chair, chewing on the Christmas lights cable, and attempting to puke on my camera. I wish she'd just follow her brother's example and land herself on my lap, whenever she wants cuddles.