So, I've been really congested since Wednesday and it hasn't really been letting up. It doesn't fit any of the standard signs for a cold, but I couldn't possibly tell you what, if anything, I'm allergic to. I've never been tested for this sort of thing (though I'm reasonably sure I'm somewhat allergic to dust), so I don't really know what the hell is going on. The cough wasn't really that big of a surprise. That started last month and it happens once or twice a year, but lately the only cause for me coughing has become this goddamned post-nasal drip garbage that I've been dealing with and it's just not making any sense. Everyone else has come down with the flu from hell that seems to knock people out for anywhere from three days to over a week, but that's clearly not what's happening with me...unless everyone else is a fucking pussy and I'm Wolverine...which, I suppose, is possible.

Anyway, the asnwer I give everyone is, No, I'm Not Sick. (Even if I do kinda feel like shit some days...)

What does this amount to? Not a whole lot...except I try to keep Kleenex in my pocket at all times, I'm somewhat unwilling to go out and the times that I do, I often have moments of utter misery. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I have other things to complain about. Especially since today (so far) has been a good day.

So, Friday, I went out, saw some people, but wasn't really able to enjoy myself becaue I couldn't breathe through my nose half the night. Saturday I was unwilling to go out at all, though I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend the wedding, since it apparently was the social event of the season. I'm quite certain that the massive amounts of available alcohol would have cleared up my sinuses nicely. Rob, Jen...I'm never gonna forgive you for this. Never. :I am Officially Bitter. :)
Sunday, I was still feeling rotten, so I puttered around the house and ended up totally forgetting about the Threshold orientation in Hollywood and I missed it entirely. Suckage. Considered going out anyway, got myself a shower, but ended up hitting Thea's and hanging out, wherein after discussing my plans for lunch the following day with Mizu lead to, "Hey, let's go over there!" Fortunately, what could have been a fiasco was apparently not such a bad thing after all, due to events earlier in that evening. We stood on the porch and shot the shit for a bit, then broke it up.
Anyway, as I said, today was good. Lunched with Mizu at Eat Well on Sunset, where we spied Michelle Forbes (of 24, ST:TNG, and Kalifornia). We chatted, ate, looked at photos, saw the tattoo, broke into a lawyer's house, talked to the resident cat, went house hunting, planned home invasions and commune-ism, and continued on for rendezvous #2, the only other one it seemed she was going to be able to get in with the flight departure time rapidly approaching.

A full day already and I don't know what the hell to do with myself for the next few hours until karaoke.....