Pollen Sucks

I've neglected a lot of my writing over the past weeks--mostly because I've gotten involved in some other writing projects, and partly because I've just had a lull in my creativity.

Okay, maybe you can reverse that, mostly because of a lull, and partly because I've ben doing some other stuff.

Anyway, realizing that it is Friday, I mosied over to my favorite creative workshop, Ink 'n Doodles, and doodled up a Friday Rumination. You can read the beginning here, and catch the rest of it over there if you are so inclined.

Pollen sucks, and so do a lot of other things in life. But, I'm not gonna let it
get me down. No. I'm going to suck it up. Pop an antihistimine. Snort some
saline solution and move on.

I didn't even realize what was wrong with me today until I came back from lunch in a foul mood, oozing liquids from all the mucus membranes in my face.

I grabbed a fish sandwich at the BK Lounge and thought I was having an allergic reaction to it, when I pulled into my parking spot at work and noticed all the yellow-green tinged cars around me.

D'oh! I was crying because the pollen count is like 12 million, not because I
was upset about the homeless man holding a cardboard sign at the frighteningly
busy intersection down the street. . . .