Whew, I've had allergies of some sort for as long as I can remember. There's always been a season where I spend half my time wiping my nose on the sleve of my shirt, and yet I'm not entirely sure when it is. I think that most likely it occurs in late-fall-through-early-spring, but it's really staggered. It doesn't make any sense to me and I haven't pin-pointed the cause of it or aything like that but it sure does bother me. I take all sorts of de-congestants but I've never noticed a significant improvement in the situation. However, last night I used the "spray me up your nose" type of decongestent, and it worked wonders on my leaky orifice, and I want the world to know it. It said to use 2-3 sprays every 10-12 hours, buyt 3 sprays did me great for about 22 hours, and now I'm leaking like a hose. Anyways, there is no moral to this. It may be that i get a cold or flu or something along those lines in these seasons of cold weather due to a weak immune system, or it may be an allergy to something like ragweed, which is sprobably unavoidablke, because I've never seen ragweed so I have no idea what to avoid. This subject is done.
It's a wild life
Unemployed, and drinking whenever kevin gets the inkling, which is whenever kevin can. I've been drinking as I write this, but I feel that drinking loosens up the brain for me andlets me spout off for lines and lines about things which may not be interesting, but certainly aren't contrived. Tonight has been an uneventful night that seemed to pass as a series of uninteresting events which cumulatively form a good night. It's not one for the history books, and there aren't any stories to tell, but it's still a night worth having. I mean, I can have a low-key night and be perfectly fine with that. When I was younger, boredom was the worst thing I could think of. I hated church because we just listened to someone talking and I really didn't care what they had to say. "Be good" was something I didn't have a problem with but I didn't need to hear it again and again each week for inspiration. I'm a good guy, and I do what I can, but sitting in those pews made me positively hate organized religion and the whole idea of church in general. I'm sure there are people who've spiced up the church-going experience with their rock-n-roll and energetic speakers, but I'm not biting. I have a good idea of the person I want to be and I'm livin' that life.
the afterlife
To wrap things up, I don't know if there's a heaven or anything like that, but I've always imagined that someday I'll end up dying and I'll have the ability to ask someone or something the answer to every little question I've ever had. It comes up a lot for me, I'll think of a question like "I wonder how many people have touched this bathroom-door-doorknob without washing their hands?" and I'll think, "I guess that's a question for the big question-answering-machine I'll get to use when I die.". It comes up[ all the time in my mind, but who knows if I'll ever get the answer to such questions as "How many people have had my webpage open in one window and a porn-site open in another window?". All I know is, when I die, I don't care if there's a glowing light or a chorus of angels, as long as there is a machine to answer all my questions. I gotta go wipe my nose because it's dripping like crazy. I gotta go.
