Some stupid plant is busy having sex and it’s making my life miserable. I felt so bad this morning that I had to take a Loratadine tablet and I was falling asleep all day at work. So here I am with a sore back and a head full of cotton wondering what I’m really supposed to be doing. And why isn’t the stuff making me sleepy now that it’s 10PM?

Yesterday, at the gym, I found out that getting hit in the palm while using a wood chipper doesn’t do much for your bench press.

Anyway, I fixed the pictures from my Boston trip (made a panorama even) so scroll down if you want to see them. It’s time for me to examine the inside of my eyelids.