Haven't posted because sitting around the house coughing and feeling sorry for myself is so boring unless you're a beautiful courtesan dying of tuberculosis. Then it's tragic and they write operas about you and Greta Garbo plays you in the movie. (But not a movie of the opera because Garbo couldn't sing, and singing with TB is kind of stupid anyway.)
Cue Double-You Pee. Context prefers Audrey Hepburn, or possibly Mia Farrow, to Garbo.