My iTunes seems to like Petty and U2 at the moment. No complaints there. Strange contrast :P

I feel disgusting. Well, I feel I look it. BUT. BUUUUT. For the moment the unbearable itching is done, at least in the places I wanted it gone most.

Here's proof doctors don't know everything: One pharmacist knew poison ivy wasn't contagious. The other? He tried to make me buy 2 expensive things so I didn't spread it elsewhere. Sigh.

I know how I got this bad of poison ivy. See, I wasn't thinking that the soil would be covered in the oils. So though I didn't touch any ivy, I dug in the soil and didn't wash my hands soon enough before I'd spread it everywhere.

Fucking fleas. I'm not allergic, but their bites do hurt. And then there are the phantom flea bites. Oy.

Mama Ki came home, I was surprised...I still think she's not long for this world, but...I got a photo of her happy at least now.

I spoke too soon about the ivy, it's itching. I have it on my lips. Can't calamine those.

Haven't heard Stacy's Mom in a WHILE. Woo. And this isn't the radio version. It's so much better.

Sigh. Bad mood. Adios world ftm.