Well. Isn't THAT interesting.

It's no secret that I have a lot of friends who love marijuana. And I love my friends. However, this one little trivial thing might just cause a bit of a damper in some of the places I like to hang out. Why? Because I think I might be allergic to weed.

I know I haven't always been. Most people know allergies can develop, and I've recently developed a whole lot of them, mostly to wild weeds and grasses. Now I'm starting to sniffle and sneeze around folks who are extremely fond of a largely domesticated herb known commonly as "weed" or "grass."

I figured it out the other day when, at a band's after- party, someone poked me in the side. Someone as hideously ticklish as myself tends to draw in a lot of air really quickly when that happens. Smoke raked at my throat (no contact high though, sorry), and the next day, my throat was very inflamed and full of goo. A while ago, I felt horribly ill after walking through a hotboxed room, but didn't think much of it until now. I thought it was just one more thing compounding my sinusitis. Now this. And so, it looks like if I'm going to be hanging out with stoners any time soon, I'm going to have to bring a gas mask. Or at least one of those dust shield things.

In other news, some hideous insect was turning my Brussels sprouts into ugly lace. Before I could sigh and get pesticides and curse the un- Organicness of it all, the kids searched them and found these inchworms hiding in the baby leaves. They're the fattest inchworms I've ever seen, and they got fat off MY sprouts!! It made me SO MAD!!

Not much else going on around here. Just chilling out as much as humanly possible before I go back to school and wring my brains for the next nine months. Then I'll either graduate or beat my head against a wall.

A friend of mine is heading down to take a nice walk to the creek with me. She's having a bad day. I have about a half hour to an hour to snap out of my apathy before she gets here.