Allergies are annoying me today. The nose is running, sneezes are exploding.
Sitting in my recliner, sipping coffee, reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, and stopping to blow my nose every five minutes.
Do you realize how hard it is to concentrate on The Picture of Dorian Gray when you are constantly reaching for Kleenex?
By the way, I didn't say my allergies. I just said allergies.
Everybody is always saying my this, my that. I don't want to give ownership to these allergies.
They are allergies, pure and simple. A relationship between my body and the world surrounding me. They are random. They don't own me. I don't own them.
They are allergies.
Making the typing of these words challenging.
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