Is there such thing as seasonal insomnia? I can't sleep, but I really don't feel all that tired. Yet. I think it was about this time last year that I started having trouble sleeping at night. Well, actually, that's a gross understatement. I was nocturnal for a couple of weeks.

Hmph.

There's a rather peculiar screenplay called The Left-Hand Path on Rian's blog.

I liked it. Go read it.

The world is out to get me, I just know it. Cedar pollen, cold virus, my family-- it's a conspiracy.

My mother and Hide (HEE-deh), my cousin who is in from Japan for a couple of weeks, came to San Antonio to sightsee and visit me on Thursday and will stay until Saturday, when we leave for Houston. Thursday, the same day that my seasonal allergy metamorphosed into some demonic form of lung-consuming virus. The birds haven't allowed me to sleep past 7, having been taken to screeching at daybreak.

I hate spring.

We put the Fun in Dysfunctional.