pencils down

Last night I was up every two hours with sneezing fits. Allergies?! NOW? I never get them this time of year. And during the longest bout of actual sleep I managed to catch I had a terrible stressful dream about a standardized test. Um. First I was seated in the dark, then the proctor yelled at me for trying to move, and then there was some sort of riot. Bad, worse, irrational.

My fig plant is dying. It's drooping (like the Mister when he can't get on macrumors), and I don't think it's getting enough light. Our apartment is very bright and airy, but it doesn't get any direct light, oddly enough. So I put it on the balcony yesterday, and it blew over. I did the same today, because I have no other alternatives, and I'm just praying it doesn't blow right through the railings. Sad sad fig. I thought of bringing it to work, but I'd have to put it in the kitchen where it would inevitably get over-watered. It can't go in my cube, it would probably throw itself off the counter out of pure despair.

I guess all I can do is hope it makes it until Halloween and then use the leaves to be Eve.

I just put two and two together about my dream and the fig. I need a new hobby.