Beware the Ides of March, indeed – our Chief Space Developer is running around the city NAKED.

At least, this is what I have deduced from the large pile of clothing on his office chair – pants, shirt, shoes, jacket. People have tried to tell me that he probably changed into different clothes, but I know the truth – he’s out there somewhere, naked and not answering my email. Look out for the naked cosmonaut on the streets of Vancouver, if you please.

I also think we have gremlins in the space station – every morning when I come in, my chair has been adjusted to a height that is not pleasing to my tiny stature. It is a TOTAL HASSLE to have to fiddle with the lever to get my chair to an appropriate height each morning. I just can’t work under these conditions.

My allergies have been really bad lately, so today I’m giving my face a break by not wearing any makeup. It doesn’t seem to be making much of a difference; my eyes are just as itchy and watery now as they are when slathered in glitter and mascara. I think I’m building up another immunity to my antihistamines; I switched last year from one brand to another XTRA STRENGTH kind and that worked for a while. Maybe it’s just the onset of spring making all my various passages freak out, but this sucks. I miss my glitter. I do not, however, miss this weird red patch on my collarbone. It would have to go away for me to miss it, and even then I do not think it would be something I would pine over. I do not like mystery rashes.

Maybe one day I will write something that does not involve any kind of oozing or rashes whatsoever!

I think I want to go to this.