I hope you die. Seriously. I am totally sick of being sick and itchy and miserable all day every day. I am irritated that I take like $3 worth of medicine every day (ok, it doesn't sound like that much when I put it like that, but it feels like a lot when I have to pay for it at the store/pharmacy all at once) and I STILL FEEL LIKE CRAP all day long. It isn't fair that BOTH days this weekend I wake up early (okay, 8:00) and can't go back to sleep because my eyeballs ITCH SO DANG MUCH that I am basically clawing them out. Also I think I look like I'm about 100 years old because I have given myself new wrinkles from rubbing my eyes so much. And that people are constantly asking me if I'm okay, thinking that I've been crying...THANKS A LOT. Like I didn't already have enough problems.
I HATE YOU, allergies. It is so unfair that someone who loves being outdoors as much as I do is doomed to this fate. Why can't you afflict the people that spend all day inside anyway? It wouldn't cramp their style as much. But ME? Do you just WANT my yard to look like crap? Do you WANT my limbs to be pasty white? You are a jerk.
I want to move to the desert, or anywhere else where there is nothing growing that will make me itch. And I want to punch allergies in the face. DIE DIE DIE.
PS. And now, since Matt is at the dogpark ALONE with Lola (because I cannot bear to be outside a single more minute of this day), I am going to go attempt a new recipe. It involves broccolini, which is a really fun word to say! Hopefully my eyes will quit watering long enough for me to read the directions correctly.