Realizations

• Pollen danger in California is a lot worse than in Colorado. I can literally feel pollen spores and their fuzzy little ends tickling my throat in jest. My eyes are swollen shut in the morning, and only halfway open by the end of the day, as though I have presumably been partaking in illegal activities. I therefore look like crap, cannot put my contacts in, and am going crazy. Hurray for hay fever and mother nature's little kick in the knee for using too much oil during the winter.
  
• The 405, 101, 5.....actually any road in general that will lead you in and out of west Los Angeles is a cruel government experiment. Let's see what will happen when we align people bumper to bumper on a curvy freeway, going no more than 10 miles an hour, for at least 20 miles, at the most inopportune time of day; the sun is always in your eyes. Plus, it allows for ample time for pollen to blow through your vents. Perfect.
• My new sweet stereo system (battery operated computer speakers wedged into my empty dash that used to hold my literal sweet system that was stolen along with every other imaginable thing in my car), sounds exactly like my phone when it is ringing. While listening to a tune (it does not matter what kind of music mind you), I will inevitably check my cell phone at least twice, 90% of the time it is a false alarm. The situation becomes increasingly worse when I roll my windows down, although with the bleak outlook on pollen inhalation and its results, I am attempting not to descend the windows unless absolutely necessary (like during rush hour traffic when I am sitting on the 405 for an hour, the sun beating through my windshield, blinding me, and making my non A/C equipped car hotter than Cancun on spring break)