It took me about three years of living in Pasadena to finally be allergic to olive trees. I'm allergic to something else now, and I'm not sure what it is. I shudder to think that I'm allergic to oak.

I gotta say, life is pretty grand when you don't have to tell anyone where you have to be. I mean, personal mobility issues aside, I still managed to catch the bus to work today, and Ray was nice enough to forward me home. Because it was the first time in a long time that I didn't rely on riding a bicycle to work, I took the opportunity to get really dressed up. Say what you will about my superficial nature, it just feels good to look good.