No no no no nononononononono!

After over a week of freedom, a new bit of itchy rash has popped up on my cheek. There must be some poison ivy oil left on something in the house, but _what_?

God, I don't think I can go through all that again...

Whew.

It went away again. So I guess it wasn't more poison ivy rash. (So what _was_ it? Ain't no bug bite that happens in a straight line two inches long.)

Ah, aDSL sharelock. How I've missed you. NOT.

On the bright side (because the universe must have balance) it's Concord grape season at the greenmarket again! w00t! Little blue spheres of taste delights are mine for the next month.

The Marching Morons

Focal's replacement for our previous "contact" (Sock Monkey) is even dumber than he was. Where _do_ they find them? The Mines of Moronia?

Also the stupid people are calling constantly. Must make the guys confess: I suspect this was set up as my welcome home present.

Eli found Blue Pepsi. It's not even horrifying, because there's little taste to it; it's just kind of, hmm, vaguely fake-berry oversweetness. Don't bother.

Today's train project: sorting out weekends for the next couple months.

Awwww.

Poor pooky's cold has gotten a lot worse, so what was going to be a pooky night is now chicken soup and Dayquil. The latter is taking effect, though, at least. So no wild sex, but perhaps cuddling and conversation, or maybe Diablo. Well, and that's fine too.