Would you rather play the bassoon?

Hayfever bites ass. I should’ve stayed with Jake, at least till spring is gone from here. My eyes itch, my inner ears are itchy, I’m just itchy all over. I can’t go near the kitchen as the smells of Dad’s orchids sitting there makes me feel rather ill.

So I spent all day in bed. Watching Family Guy and sleeping. I dreamt of this cool slide that was so steep it made you… well… fall. Twas cool though. Me wantee that playground!

And there was a random squid, and Big Bird on the teevee at different points. Love that show. So amusing. No apple juice though…

I did the dishes this morning, and as I was I was watching the spider in the corner of the window right in front of the sink. It had a big moth that it was wrapping up, but every time I looked at it, it froze! So funny. Dad though it was silly that I wasn’t scared of the big black spider that sits there, but I was nearly in tears coz of the little green one with the egg sack on its back the other day, that was sitting on the kitchen bench (it was from the orchids… the evil evil orchids…)

I feel like it would be more better to be dead. Fuck I hate hay fever. I hate that I get it every year, for most of the year. I hate that its so bad it confines me to my bed. And I hate that I  am now on claramax instead of the weaker stuff, but that ever since I switched I’ve been sneezing like crazy and feeling like crap. Not nice.

I have sneezes sitting in my nose, just sitting there and annoying me. They like to do that. Evil things.

No more whinging. I’ll just go do something to un-bore myself. hehe I’m a bore. That’s funny.

This was my second attempt at an entree. The first time, I was writing the title and the entire entree just wiped. Stupid thing. Oh well.

Byes.