It's one of those "what is the reason for my continued existence" days where I'm feeling a little rent asunder. Yes, I'm down on myself today, and I'm not sure entirely why, okay?
Yeah, yeah, Oscar the Grouch, yadda yadda.
My eyes are a little swollen today, and my nose is running. I don't think I have a cold happening, I think it's more allery-type annoyances. The air at work is really dry. The Big Broken Box is a little more humid just from the fact of having hot water heat instead of forced air, but there is a considerable amount of pet dander and pet hair in the house which should be eliminated, or at least reduced through the implementation of a rigidly enforced vaccuming policy.
Maybe I should consider getting a Roomba®, though I think that one would probably start screaming if I put it down on my living room floor.