10 July
I have been reminded that I cannot clean.
I have this dust allergy, you see, that has reared its hideous, dander covered head over the past five years or so, and I realized the other day that it has gotten ridiculous.
How? Well, because two days ago I was looking for a cd that I had to mail out, so I cleared off my kitchen table and picked up all of the crap on the floor, revealing plenty of dust. I didn't sweep it up, because I was still looking for the cd, and because I didn't want to fill the air with dust.
Didn't matter! I have spent the last two days in the throes of a massive allergy attack, sneezing up a storm. And I don't mean little small decorous sneezes, the way that I usually sneeze, but big huge yeehah sneezes. Gomer sneezes.
So there you go, I am officially allergic to cleaning, because I cannot stand stirring up the dust in any way! I will either have to never clean again, or clean constantly.
What do you wanna bet that the latter is unlikely?
Walking to work yesterday, I wasn't reading because I'm reading Angel of Darkness, a 450 lb hardcover, and an old man that I have never seen before walked up to me and said:
"This is the second day in a row that you haven't had a book in your hand, what's wrong?"
Holy cow, I've become a 9th Ave. character!
So the Little Criminals cd is finally being pressed and is going out in August! After two years in the works! I never thought that I'd see the day. Joan, the organizer of the ordeal, is amazing, and will likely have to go to a rest home once it's finally done.
Anyway, if you want a cd with me singing two songs on it (and you're not Sandy, Melody, Aaron or Charla, who already ordered copies), it's $14, so let me know! There will be extra copies, so you can still order them if you do it now.
Boy, do I ever hope that that movie, The Sixth Sense is good, because the short trailer that I'm seeing on TV (haven't seen a long one yet) is scaring me to death. That little boy looks astonishingly good.
And boy howdy, nothing looks worse than Inspector Gadget. I wouldn't be seen dead at that one, Rupert Everett or no Matthew Broderick.
Today's horoscope:
Variety is the spice of life. Fun-loving and lively is the tenor of the day. You might travel or alter standard routines. Seek out the new.
One year ago today:
This does not, however, mean that I went to bed early every night this week.
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