I spent most of the weekend blowing my nose and rubbing my eyes. No, I didn’t go back to snorting lines of pepper off the thighs of Irish grandmothers. I was suffering from springtime allergies.
I don’t understand the point of allergies. I understand what they are, but I don’t see why they are a necessary part of our existence. It seems to me that we as a species would do just as well, if not better, if we weren’t allergic to things. In other words, why can’t we all just get along?
Gotta go, my shipment of pepper just arrived.