now, for the girl; now, for the plant

"You mean there's pollen in the spring?" asks Natalie, as her eyes itch and water their way toward oblivion. "Imagine that. Achoo!"

Allergy time is here again. =)

So, I can already tell I'm going to be in trouble tomorrow, b/c the class discussion topic is "ethics in the information profession." Instead of contributing anything useful, I will likely sit in the corner and try not to burst out with

What we have here is an ethical dilemma; lest I help him get the mask removed he hasn't got a prayer!

I'm so sad. (Hopefully I can avoid the urge to hum "Dentist.")

I know I kinda missed out on the whole line poem thingy, so I thought I'd just stick a random favorite poem in here anyway. Because who doesn't like random poetry (behind cuts?)

( WH Auden's Lullaby )

I lay the blame on miraminx. =)

Also, happy birthday, rohanshieldmaid!