2006-07-25 - 11:07 a.m.
Drip, drip, drip.
My nose will *not* stop bleeding. I'm not sure why; I've been a bit more sensitive to allergens (especially perfume) lately, but this my-nose-must-start-dripping-blood-every-time-I-blow-it thing is getting old. Not to mention the biohazard aspects. I know I don't have anything communicable, but seriously - blood-soaked tissue? Ick. Serious, serious *ick*. The web site is taking all my mental energies, maybe that's it. My nose has decided to get in on the action (or the bugs in Network Solutions' new design templates are making me snort loudly a little more than usual, thereby putting delicate nosevessels under strain). Anyway, the constant bleeding (it's not large volume, but it's remarkably persistent) has started to give me a headache, so I'm booking early today. Bleurrrrrrgh. (oh, Tristan? Yes, you can usually buy the canning jars at the grocery store, too. I tend to find the best selection at Food Lion.)
Dorsal - Ventral
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