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July 25, 2006
And All This Time, I Thought It Was Me
But instead, the reason I felt, as a friend of mine put it today, "like I have a hangover; only I didn't do any drinking yesterday," was allergies. The reason my brain isn't working very well is the same reason I feel vaguely depressed today and also the reason my sinuses are generating enough liquid snot to float the QE II. If I knew which now flowering/spooring plant was triggering this reaction, I would find it and set it on fire.
Instead, though, I think I'll go to bed. (I've already taken a Claritin and a split of Camas Winery's Pino Gris to numb the pain and make the hungover feeling worthwhile.)
But first, I leave you with the subject heading to a recent piece of email spam (as opposed to the people who want to promote various pharmaceutical and pr0n sites via my comments section). I realize they used a random word generator, but still, this is perfect:
Better Life, Wax-Covered
And a better, wax-covered life to you as well, my faithful readers.
Posted by sally at July 25, 2006 09:58 PM
Comments
BAH!
I was just bitching that some horrible plant that only spawns when it is more than a 100 degrees outside must be in full bloom because I am dieing. Same thing, like a hangover, post nasal drip and exaustian, yet not booze filled night from before.
Stupid plants. Stupid heat.
Bah.
Posted by: desiree at July 26, 2006 03:47 PM
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