Felled by Snot:
I am not proud of this but I have been brought low by allergies. For most my adult life, I’ve been No Allergy Person (NAP) who would zoom on where others weezed and complained about the coming of spring. Now I am the guy watching hour 4 of Friday Night Lights, home on a Friday Night while my nose mimicks Mount Kilauea. Except with snot.
My college buddy Dave used to spend 3 days in bed at the beginning of every allergy season. He was also the guy who would beg out of social engagements to fold napkins or back up his Palm Pilot so I figured him for the introverted type. Now I get it. My nose feels like a giant, bleeding tumor welded to my face. I have the energy of a wet mop.
Have fun without me, you, you crazy kids at the horse races. You, you lushies out getting lushed. Save yourselves. Even all ya’ll doing something with robots that I don’t understand. Get wired. I need to get well