As much as I love the rain it's the aftermath that kills me. The mold count surges to previously unheard of numbers and I'm left with a headache the size of Austin and eyes that feel like they're going to ooze out of my head at any given time. So, now I'm left wondering, am I still feeling the letdown now that Nightmare Factory is over and my body is just recouping? Or are these feelings of emptiness and just basic grossness a direct result of these stupid allergies? I will ponder these questions tonight, as I sit on the can and read Harry Potter for the fiftieth time.

I never get a break. Cedar, Oak, Ragweed, Grass, Molds... I think the only thing that I'm not allergic to is Juniper. And that's probably because there's not enough Juniper in Austin to create my allergies.

I've finished my Zombie Survival Guide, and let me tell you, my apartment is now fortified against the hordes of the undead. If ever that should happen on the weekends. If it happened during the week, well, I'd be screwed just like everyone else.

Next week is Thanksgiving. And I was hoping it would be cold. But I keep forgetting where I live. Maybe next year...

More to come... because now I don't do anything on the weekends anymore so I can write about all my latest exploits!