is it the weather? the exertion? too much sitting around the house?

last night i fell asleep watching the commentary for the new futurama movie. it was about 8:30. i went to bed at nine. didn't wake up feeling great.

the new air filter in the bedroom really seems to help, i wake up less congested, but i think until i have hardwood floors and no bedroom furniture, i'll always wake up congested.

my left ear is making a funny sound when i press on it, a sound like a stretchy straw doing its stretchy thing. it has about 3 more days to go away before i make a doctor's appointment. no detectable hearing loss but i don't much like the idea of ear problems. although, i used to say i got new allergy symptoms once a year, and i seem to be about a year behind on symptoms.

because of the ear noise, i stopped sleeping with earplugs. it's a little odd hearing stuff in bed, and i still have fat, clumsy upstairs neighbors, but i manage to sleep. the new air purifier helps with its loud whooshing.

one of the persistent possibly-allergy-related symptoms is the infamous "funny taste". i thought i had nailed it down to either my shave cream, my aftershave, or my shave brush. over the course of three days i did some science and proved it's none of the above. back to no idea.

i forgot to wash my cycling pirate hat. i will rinse it off in the sink.

yesterday's food intake: oatmeal, performance goo, sugar drink, protein drink, carnitas quesadilla, chips, salsa, 2/3 of a chocolate babka. today: stomach making noises like The Predator. surprise!

hops are sprouting outside, which, of course, isn't helping the allergies. i'm allergic to my paly's dog, but he's a fun dog, so there's the old tradeoff of fun vs. breathing nicely. unfortunately, can't play with dog and have whiskey tasting.

speaking of Rorschach, seems that since reading Watchmen again last week, constantly tempted to write in style of Rorschach. More efficient. No wasted words.

headache will vanish after a day's work in sterile air environment.

a cycling sock didn't make it into the laundry, doh. now i won't have enough socks to go all week without reuse. no big deal.

hops' underpants smell like smoke. no, i'm not smelling her underpants, quite the opposite. when unpacking the clean clothes basket, i wondered, "what is it that smells like smoke?" i sniffed around and identified the offending articles: the underpants which she presumably wore last trip to yosemite. so it's not just her person that comes back smelling like laphroaig. that's the dilly-o with camping, no matter how few forest fires occur while you're out, you always come back smelling like laphroaig.

speaking of laphroaig, i like whiskey.