After a week of combat, my allergies have planted their flag in my bloody carcass and declared me their bitch. I'm completely useless this weekend. So far I've watched Mean Girls with and without the commentary and then every single special feature the disc holds because oddly enough, while I am feeling well I have no attention span however when I'm feeling like shit I can watch TV all day.

I'm testing the effects of sugar-free Reece's peanut butter cups on my allergies. My hypothesis is they will help. I don't really have a placebo to complete my research but honey graham cookies from Trader Joe's seem to work well in a pinch.

Is the adage "feed a cold, starve a fever, binge an allergy attack?" If so, I have that covered.

Meanwhile, while I am trying my best to hold up my head while enduring an antihistamine-induced fugue state, The Cat™ is demanding my full attention RIGHT NOW. Even though the whole world revolves around his needs and there are three...count them...THREE PEOPLE in this house who lavish him with attention every moment he is awake, it's apparently just not enough. He's currently trying to not only sit on my lap but also push the keyboard pull-out back under the desk because he knows I'd rather type than focus on him.

Sigh.

Sometimes I wish he was a kid and I could just put in a Wiggles DVD and sit him in front of it to occupy his time.

(This filling up space with cat chat isn't so hard.)