Cory went out for a beer with his friend. He never goes out with his friends and leaves me home. I kinda like having all this time to myself. Trouble is, I had to take the dog out into the orchard, which was all overgrown with chest-high grass, and I'm allergic to grass. So I'm back home, snarfing and running and itching everywhere, and the fan tickles my nose even though it feels really good everywhere else. Plus, it's too hot to do anything. Ugh.