deandra.homeip.net

Well, I got my money's worth out of the recent Quesnel Home and Leisure Show. Some interesting information about titanium-coated cookware, posts you screw into the ground, and pimped-out hot tubs. My city-wide search for star anise (to add to my Chai Lattes) finally came to an end when my girlfriend located the Victorian Epicure booth, and I fell for the pitch of a huckster and purchased a new brush for my cat. To my surprise, however, the brush actually works. However, I have to take the bad with the good; there's far less loose cat hair in my house, but at the cost of far more scratches and punctures on my hands and arms.

The purple haze into which I descended this morning on my commute to work is giving my mastocytes^[?] a serious workout. The result is a feeling not quite describable; if you were to ask, I'd say something like, "My qi^[?] passages are clogged," or "my chakras^[?] are out of whack," or something equally inaccurate. However, the persistent sneezing and sniffling has users avoiding me like I have The Flu. The worst part is that neither antihistamines nor Buckley's are helping alleviate my symptoms. The best part is that it is not, in fact, H1N1 influenza.