At the ripe old age of 22 (newly ripe, like 22 and... [counts] 3 days), I think I'm finally falling apart. It's either that, or the winter, or seasonal affective disorder, or laziness, or a sinus infection. Whatever the cause, every day it's increasingly easier to justify an additional five minutes sleep, or taking the day off the gym, or falling asleep on the couch.

Did you, loyal readership (of one, most likely), know that you can get a brain abscess from an untreated sinus infection? Or maybe I'm allergic to my cat.

It's enough to tempt me towards tanning or alternative medicines, or incorporating lots of gingko into my diet. But then that shit is expensive and I'm not going to spend my money to have someone poke me with pins when I could poke myself with pins and while some might make the argument that doing it yourself doesn't work because you don't know how to do it, that is exactly my problem with the so-called professionals as well -- without licensing and FDA approval, what makes you an acupuncturist and me a civilian and the guy down the street a tattoo artist, huh? And this is why I haven't left work for an appointment with the acupuncturist (or the ENT, for that matter) yet, or ever.