Is there a doctor in the house? I seem to have broken out in a rather strange-looking rash (strange enough to a typically rashless me). It doesn’t itch, it subsides after a few hours and resurfaces several later, and today’s the third day of its appearance. I want to blame the strange Chinese I had on Monday (food—what were you thinking?) but it isn’t the first time I’ve had any of that stuff, and it really wasn’t all that exotic to be the prime suspect, anyway.

Have since moved a rather suspicious looking plant that a vendor sent away from my desk, but I’m going to doubt it’s that, either. The GP downstairs doesn’t know what it is, but has prescribed a bunch of antihistamines. I’ve already taken those over the past few days, you quack.

Now I’m not sure if the rash itches because it really does or because I’m looking at it. But I’m just a bundle of rashes and goosepimples now. My only consolation is that the GP assures that I don’t have some pox/measles thing, and that it probably won’t spread to my face. “Probably.”

… Before next year’s cycle starts. We celebrated our first year anniversary over the weekend (aww, yeah yeah.) and it was really nice. Simple, quiet. And expensive gifts. Hmm. Well, I’m glad it’s almost over, because I need to do some of that Patented Chinese Money Saving (according to Lawrence from the Philippines) which is to put a set amount of money aside first, then spend from the remainder—as opposed to the arguably more common save-whatever’s-left-over-from-spending method, which apparently leaves you with far less than the Legendary Chinese Miserly way.

But talking about things, where everything’s going, just in general re-learning how to friggin’ chill out, I think that was a pretty necessary break away from all the rollercoasters and madness over the Christmas/New Year festivities.

Perhaps these next few months I’ll get a chance to re-explore things I’ve missed, like good books and writing music. I was recently reminded that I’ve lost touch with them, and I think there are far better ways to spend your evenings and weekends than eating myself into a glutinous blimp on the couch. I mean, the least I could do is get some exercise by playing the Xbox or something, no? I have worked up a sweat before doing that, but thinking back, it might’ve been a cold sweat during Halo 2 with its stupid first-person myopia (I hate how first-person shooters leave you feeling like horses with blinkers on), instead of a much more desired healthy glow.