At this point, I would somehow — somehow find a goat in Los Angeles (or some other non-sequiturish-type animal… a yak, maybe?) and sacrifice it to the gods if the pollen would just go away.  We’re at like a Stage 14 pollen alert here, and I couldn’t be more miserable.  And the funny thing is… despite how wonderful the weather is outside (sunny and 75F), I’m inclined to stay in because the air is just killing me.  I didn’t have seasonal allergies before I moved here, and I might be inclined to have someone go into my head and rip out my sinuses at this point so I never have to experience them again.

Yeah, I’m not a very good patient.