I swear to god I'm seriously working on drabbles/ficlets

[themeletor]

so, seasons are beginning to change here in temperate-zone midwestern America. and that, of course, can only mean one thing: SINUS PARTY!!!!! you bring the ragweed; I'll bring the histamines. fuckin' hell. and you know what though, this time it's really serious. honestly, I can't recall ever having extra trouble with allergies (save the rather usual bit with the increased snifflies and the itchy eyes) before this year. but you know what happened today? MY INNER EAR GOT WASTED. yeah, that's right. had no FUCKIN' idea where it was or where its clothes were, or APPARENTLY how to stand up straight. so, of course, neither did I. well, I found my clothes, found my way into the kitchen and then to work, but the wobbly vertigo feeling DID NOT PASS. ALL DAY. again I say, fuckin' hell. finished work, came home, crashed in front of the Incorrigible, and barely managed to wobble downstairs at 11:30 to watch SGA.

then I come upstairs, on a tentative and vaguely dizzy pathway to the office/my bed-room, and what do I see on the kitchen table? A VASE OF FRESH-CUT FLOWERS.

MY MOTHER HAS BEEN FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY.


tch. some people.




OTOH, at least I don't have a brain-exploding nanovirus.

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[jaredsexual.livejournal.com]

*snuggles!*

snuggles fix EVERYTHING. including sucktastic allergies. :D