Whine, whine, whine. I know.

Allergies. Wish they'd go away. If my sinuses would relax and go with the flow along with the rest of my body, they wouldn't spend the winter clogged like the drains in the Mountains of Madness, or the summer dessicated like a 3000-year-old mummy's.

In other news, I've learned that my mother's leaky sieve of a roof is off and her house is wandering around topless while repairs start.

If it fucking rains I'm going to go find the nearest storm god and piddle in his shoes.