Am I done yet?

I am writing because I am supposed to be writing but I don't want to be writing. It will be interesting to see how allergy season affects my writing because a nose that is constantly running makes it difficult for fingers to be constantly typing. Sunday is usually a tough day or rather a nice night to just sit and watch dumb people play dumb games on Minute to Win It. I'd rather turn my attention to the man that is trying to use a banana hanging by a string around his waist to push an orange into the hula hoop.