Did I mention that I almost didn't wake up this morning because of an allergy hangover? I almost didn't wake up at all. My head felt like a cast-iron skillet had inverted my face. My eyes could see out the back of my head. My nose was working just fine. Where does this allergy thing come from? And why do I always suffer it differently? I'm not astute or attentive enough to figure out which season/pollen/weather-pattern produces what allergy. But sometimes, it feels like I died in my sleep and waking up is as tough as reanimating a cow.
I hope tomorrow (and tonight) brings with it favorable weather (i.e. low pollen count, low spores, low stuff-in-the-air). I have an acupuncture appointment in the morning. This time it's a new practitioner, new to me. I still get weebie-geebies from the thought of needles but it's done wonders for anxiety and tension. As you can see, I'm fitting up for the bar. Push-up! Crunches! Acupuncture Needles!
There is over half a batch of cookie-bars left. I was going to bring some to my old office on Thursday. And I owe Anthony one. I should prolly bring one to my prof because she loves baked goods. I wonder if she's still on that no-dessert-for-lent-even-though-she's-not-Catholic thing. Oh, and one for Melissa. And her crazy noise machine.
See this is so much better than tweeting. Rather than be limited to 100-some characters, I get to spill out all of my swarming head-thoughts in sudden spurts. The way things work up here (points to head), no point in limiting the madness. Crunches! Lunges! Moxibustion!
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