I hate allergies. My eyes are sore from rubbing them. My friend has dogs and they weren't even in the room... never the less, I'm suffering. I don't like domestic animals unless I can be around them with no side effects. It's too bad, really.
Ironically, I need to go feed my cats now. They're outdoor, and for some reason their fur doesn't bother me.
I'm watching a show called "Pitchmen". It's interesting because it goes behind the scenes on infomercials. Oh the drama of everyday life...
The sixth Harry Potter movie comes out next Wednesday.
There's nothing left for me to say, really. I'm tired, but I can't sleep yet... Too much to do. It's kind of sad to watch this dead guy say that he wants to "leave a legacy" and talk about how his life didn't start until after he was forty. Now he's dead at fifty-something... sad.
Time for bed.
Good night, all.
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