gasp... choke...

[hiyacynth]

Lungs all tight, throat all post-nasal-drippy. In short, am coming down with something. Or am being choked to death by some allergy to which I cannot find the source. Laundry is being rewashed tonight, which I hope will help. Could it be that I spent nearly 12 hours yesterday under a combined 18 pounds of cat hair? Possible

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[baylorsr]

I cleaned out the sister's closet and now am suffering the allergy after-effects of a mad cleaning spree. Alas, for OCD has turned on me!

[hiyacynth]

I fear that the only way to solve this problem is more cleaning, which will make it temporarily worse. But if I do have Teh Feckin' Plauge, then perhaps I can clean while in active upper respiratory distress, and not notice it as much.

Also, I'm shocked -- shocked -- that you allowed enough dust in The Sister's closet to induce an allergy attack upon the cleaning thereof. /throwing of REALLY big rocks in my delicate (and very dirty) glass house

[baylorsr]

It's the damn cats. They think that closet is like a secret dance club or a really cool place to throw raves or something. I don't know what exactly goes on in there, but it leaves a lot of hair behind.

[hiyacynth]

Yes, I expect the cat-hair levels in my apartment have reached critical allergen mass. And they were *thisclose* to me ALL DAY yesterday. Would not go anywhere but directly on top of me. Sigh...

[zixi]

No sick! *waves magic wand at whatever evils are tickling your airways*

Boo on agents! Someone better recognize your brilliance already damnit!

Hee walk the Line I want to see so bad!
And AMEN on the annoyance of text messaging. Kid just in front of me was doing it the second time I saw Serenity which was bad enough - bright screen in dark theater and then right during the OMG climax he ANSWERED HIS PHONE AND STARTED TALKING! He told the other person "I gotta go - I'll call you back" like 20 times and never hung up or left the room and he was sitting on the edge! I think the whole theater sushed him.

[hiyacynth]

Thanks for anti-illness wand action. I fear it will be in vain, however. I anticipate that the voice will reach Sexy/Phlegmy Phoebe levels tomorrow--Wednesday at the latest.

OMG people and their phones and what do they think is going to happen that they can't wait two hours to hear??? If you're a parent with a babysitter at home, put it on vibrate, leave the theatre to answer if the sitter calls to report the broken neck of a child. If there's someone on deathbed, same deal. HANG UP THE FUCKING PHONES, PEOPLE!!! /rant *deep breath, coughing fit, shallow breath*

[writerj]

Actually, I did do something, but I'm deeply ashamed of it and will refrain from discussing it here.

Pitched some hay with skinny homeless psycho vets again, did we.

[hiyacynth]

Come on. You think I'd be ashamed of pitching hay with skinny homelss psycho vets? I thought you knew me.

No, this was much worse.

[writerj]

OMG was it potter?

[hiyacynth]

OMG your icon is pure evil.

And no, it wasn't Potter. Worse, and not in a good way.

[merylmarie]

Yep, this must be Asshole Week. It's 1:30 in the morning here and somebody is hammering intermittently upstairs somewhere. :((

I hope you don't go down for the count! Keep the liquids and vitamins and inhalers handy. As to the cats, well, some things never change. :)

Fingers crossed for you with the agents. :))

[hiyacynth]

Too evil! Why with the middle-of-the-night hammering??

Woke up feeling like utter crap this morning. But there's so much to do, and two different appointments--one of which is too soon to bail out on--that I fear I must venture out.

Thanks for the luck wish!