at this moment...

... I am having an inner battle as to whether I should dash across to HMV to pick up the new Morrissey album. There's no question that I want the CD but the debate that rages is whether I feel motivated enough to get up off my duff and get it. Maybe on my way home...

... "Little Bunny Foo Foo" is stuck in my head. It has nothing to do with thoughts of Morrissey but it's noteworthy, don't you think?

... I'm engaged in an IM discussion of outhouses with the lovely Jess. She's flummoxed that I haven't peed in one. Besides brief glimpses on scattered episodes of Little House on the Prairie, I've never even seen one. I've tinkled in my fair share of porta-potties but never in an enclosed hole in the ground with a moon-shaped peephole (again, this description is based only on years of watching Little House).

... I'm sneezing like it's my job. At fifteen in less than an hour, I think I've surpassed my personal best. I'm also riding out an Allegra high. My doctor just prescribed it for me. It's obviously not helping the allergies but it makes for a nice wee buzz.

... I'm cursing myself out that it's already 4pm and I haven't done much work today. Instead of lighting a fire under my ass, I continue to blog about nothing worthwhile while discussing toilet habits of the early settlers. Still beats doing boring paperwork I guess.