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I'm kind of tired right now, and I've been suffering allergies for the last few days. This is taking pretty much everything out of me and I've basically just wanted to curl up and stuff. Feeling like I'm about to drown in my own mucus is kinda sucky.

I've also been having trouble with recalling my dreams. It's just - I don't know. It feels like I've been struggling to recall, and I can't really write anything down before I have to let the cat in or the dog in, the cat because it's climbing on the house and the dog because it's barking. Maybe writing down my dreams on paper isn't the right way for me. I had a good job writing it on my iPod, but sometimes the notes would lose them. There's the dream diary app. for my iPod, but that's expensive as apps. go...

Also, I've been really cold when I've been sleeping. The dog and the cats have been actually helping when they hog my bed now.

I'm trying to write more constantly now. I've been stuck in a rut of sorts, and I've decided to just write, dammit. If I have to use plot ninjas to move a plot forward, I will. The first step to becoming a writer is getting the damn words out.

I need to use my journal more. I guess that that's part of the whole 'rut' thing.

I woke up to an allergy attack, this morning.

So, I took my pills, my allergy pill, ate breakfast and then got ready to leave. So I got on the bus, went to school, stayed for most of the day.

It was only until the splitting headache showed up that I said "screw this shit, I'm outta here" and asked the last teacher of the day if I could leave, as it had gotten to the point where I was scared I was going to sneeze blood.

The teacher took one look at me, says "You look like you're either about to sneeze, or your sick."

I tell her that I was pretty sure it was allergies, but since the allergy meds hadn't worked yet, it might be a cold.

As if on cue I sneezed, and the teacher goes "Yeah, feel free to go home, Melinda. Where's the lysol I keep in here..."

I left to said teacher saying "It's not you, it's your germs!" and spraying like Monk after the garbage strike started to really get bad.

While I'm feeling a little better, I still feel kinda crappy. After I do a little homework, I'm probably going to sleep or just try to relax.

Also, good news! Momma Kitty, a cat we've had forever but thought finally went off to the great beyond or to a new home came back! She's skinnier, she's a tad scruffy, but she's home and that makes us happy. She's currently sleeping a lot. Also, the weight loss thing is good - she was too heavy beforehand, a vet probably would have gone "Good god, that's a cat?" or something like it.