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still kicking.

had an allergy attack last night around 2am. fucking sucked. what sucked more was remembering I’d left the Reactine outside in the truck. bring on dropping keys, cursing and snorting back boogers all the while trying to be quiet. didn’t quite work.

also sucks when you pop one, know it takes about 20 minutes to start working, it feels like fucking forever, and you’re pretty sure it doesn’t do much once you’re already half a box of kleenex in blowing your nose.

the result is, of course, shit sleep meaning I actually caved and cracked a Red Bull at work today. that hasn’t done much either. pretty sure we’re going to go veg by the water later and just turn off zer brainz.

we shot a little statue Aimée’s grandma gave her years ago. don’t worry, there was definitely a good meaning to it, even if I couldn’t convince her to use the shotgun.

I’ve become slightly obsessed with trying to catch a fish. no idea why. I caught a small walleye last week, but since you can’t keep walleye you hook in Sylvan, that doesn’t really count. I’m going to catch and cook a fucking fish.

and if I catch more, I can head home after turning around to face the lake and say, “so long, and thanks for all the fish.”