sometime in this last little phase of me, i've become a person who sneezes, sighs with exasperation and says with a shrug: 'allergies.' i accidentally roofied myself with an antihistamine last week and spent the evening worrying about what i would do if a strange man broke in finn's window and tried to carry her away. would i react with bear-like aggression and stand on my haunches with claws bared, violence bleeding into love or would i stand in a puddle, screaming in paralysis?
that night i dreamt of the dodgers and hot tubs and american idol. because i am, apparently, the living combination of pop culture and over the counter medication swallowed with a spoonful of crime drama.