Current mood:	mischievous
Current music:	commercial jingles

Needles aren't that bad once you get to know them.
So the allergist appt. was either a huge waste or a very informative 4 hours, depending on how you look at it. I made the acquaintance of 46 needles, 7 of which were large and one of which was to take blood. In return, the allergist offered the conclusion that I have no known allergies and I need a CT scan? Yippee skippy.

In the meantime I should stop eating treenuts so as not to develop an allergy to them, because I have the potential for that to happen. Because of this, I get an epi-pen, along with 5 other prescriptions.

All of that hassle is fine with me though, because my dad made it up to me with a lunch at Logan's Roadhouse and a bribe at B&N. Dragon and Phoenix will be my first novel to tackle on return to campus. In the meantime, a little P&P is quite enjoyable for a re-reading.

I'm such a dork. Did you know Irish mythology included a story about Creation that followed thusly: The high god Dagda was really, really overly endowed. So he dragged his equipment around in a cart. One day it fell, and got stuck in the mud. Dagda found the mud warm and wet, and from this encounter came grass and trees. Other features of the landscape arose as Dagda wandered, looking for some action.

They're not all that bad... though they are all fairly dirty. Those crazy naked-dancing Celts.

"It is now quite lawful for a Catholic woman to avoid pregnancy by a resort to mathematics, though she is still forbidden to resort to physics or chemistry."
(H. L. Mencken)