Flower Sperm and a day in captivity

Like a poor baby cub, I am locked up in captivity, aka my house. I am sick. Hmmmnn...perhaps that is not the right word. I am allergic. Allergic that is to things in the air like flower sperm for example. The damn yellow pollen substance is killing me. I mean KILLING me. I urge urge urge you to contact this link and check out the pollen forecast for your area, or YOU TOO will be held captive like poor, defenseless little 'ole me. I'm sitting here working on my paper (now finished! Whoo hoo!) listening to downloaded (legally of course) Cure on my iTunes. I'm jammin' out with a stuffy nose, a sour stomach (due to the meds I'm on for my stupid sinus trouble AND apparently a "secondary" infection, whatever that means). I'm supposed to eat with my 'biotics, but how can I eat if I am nauseated? Perhaps I am overlooking something: this could be the best diet EVER. Hmmnn.....

In other news...wait. There IS no other news because I've been sittin' here all sickey like. Partner's birthday is coming up (21! whoo hoo! I'm trying to get 'em to agree to go to Hairy Peeter and buy an alcoholic drink and let me take a picture to commemorate this event, but he won't hear of it. He's not an avid drinker, which I love, but I'm an old woman now, I have to live vicariously through my younger and hot mate. You know? I mean, I'm not Demi Moore, but Ive got some years on him, though you'd never know it really cause he's smart as a blade that one, anyhoo, I got off track and this is the longest sidenote, like ever) and I'm planning a cookout-a-que here at the 'ole Maxi Pad for friends K and JP and T. Whoo hoo! I love having friends over. It's super fun. My bro's b-day is also coming up and he IS an avid drinker, so I'm taking suggestions on fun and embarrassing b-day gifts. I've purchased Partner's presents, and I think he will like them. I bought him an impulse gift the other day at Borders: a book on Philosophy and Monty Python. Yep. Who would've thought that Monty Python would have depth? Hehe. Anyhoo. He seemed to like.

I fell asleep last night in the midst of a short sneezing break during the latest Harry Potter film, and for some reason, I thought it moved slowly and didn't really capture my attention. They could've knocked that baby down a notch of two.

Anyhoo: good experience at the doc's today, bad experience with living in general right now, and my tummy hurts. Poopie. Off to finish final assignments for my last class tomorrow night. HOoooAAHHH!! Then I'm going to jet off to grading hell. grrrrrrr. Stay tuned for my crazy antics from capture girl. The longer I'm inside all sick like, the crazier I get. Hard to believe I know.