it’s iffy (i.e., some of the events may or may not be exactly, exact) without a brain in my silly whole head. well no actually it’s faded a bit, but when i arrived home from daughter errands, i had apparently driven through an airborne mass of histamine triggers, and i was in the grip of a violent allergic reaction. my eyes burned, i was scream-sneezing (actual conversation: him – do you have to be so loud? me – *mumble* AHHHHCHOOO. him – nobody sneezes that loud. me – *snoooooort* i’m not going to dignify that with what i happen to know about *mumble*. *manly burp*. him – nice.). anyway. i was thinking at the time of an ann landers or dear abby column about loud sneezers and it’s like, a condition or something. ok? so we have that straight. it helps.
anyway. so i sit down at the computer and discover a solitaire game and remember oh yeah, lycoris linux has a way cool solitaire but he’s got these cards that you have to recognise the characters on the face cards, and i’m all what? so i pick some cutie ootie widdle penguin cards, and proceed to play, sneezing madly and snortling and feeling for all the world like a mindless mass of snot. itchy snot. so i’m playing the solitaire and it’s this mental feat akin to championship jeapordy. suddenly i’m all about the strategy but i couldn’t strategize myself out of a wet paper sack with a sharp spoon, if i tried. and i did try.
and all i have to do is stay awake till 10 when i can call bobthecorgi who’s in torrance. i ask him where’s torrance? he says, past LAX. i say how far? he says hawthorne. i say, miles? he says, 120. i say LAX is only 50. he says it’s further than that. or is it farther. anyway, less near. so i’m all, well, it’s 50 minutes.
anyway. for a good hour i was verifiably braindead, but being home and having a beer and some breaths of fresh air, i’m nearly all nice and brained again.
how do people with constant allergies manage?