I've been coughing for over a month now.
We've had the baboon for over a month now.
Note the mathematical equation.
The baboon's arrival=1 month ago.
My cough's arrival=1 month ago.
SL has since banned me from talking about the b****. He says that I start to cough everytime I speak about the loon, and as I raise my voice the more agitated I get (while recounting stories from behind the cubicle), my voice slowly diminishes as the scraping of my tonsils against my tongue gets rather apparent.
It's so obvious I can't even meow a proper meow anymore.
*grumble grumble*.
'What can we do, eh? We can't be sitting down doing this every single day? Even lunches get sickening because all we ever do is grumble and shout out our 'unheard' pleas for help.'