Bow before me and sneeze, mortals
My wrath will be measured in gallons

So I probably shouldn’t have been sanding, sawing, or crawling around in the basement, creating clouds of fine particulate dust to clog up my head and ramp up mucous production to biblical proportions. My body feels like I’ve been beaten with hammers and my voice is two octaves lower. I think that I will go home and crawl into bed and lie very, very still for a long time.