April 4th, 2009
Remember how I complained about getting two notifications about things from Facebook and how that made me want to stomp on kittens argle arrghle arrg? Then I realized that the main post, about some spamming, was something I’d posted in single-sentence form on Facebook in addition to blogging it. I seem to be guilty of the very offense I complained of!
How embarrassing.
And now I’m going to do it again, because I’m like that. It’s allergy season! I declare today the official first day of rotten, miserable hay fever suffering, anticipated to last until some time in October. I’m stuffed up (nose and ears), running (nose only), and my eyes are watering. Also my eyeballs are hurting. This is a singularly bizarre and uncomfortable sensation which always causes me to say to myself, Really? My eyeballs are hurting really!? I am pretty sure that eyeballs themselves are not actually innervated by anything that carries pain signals so it’s probably my sinuses in behind that are hurting, but it really feels like the eyeballs themselves.
When it gets like this, I can’t tip my head down or lean forward (FORGET bending right over) or I get big, thudding pains behind the eyes and it feels like they will just fall right out, roll across the floor, and get lodged under the couch. And I will just have to sit down and cry because how could you find your eyes without any eyes to see them?
So I have taken an antihistamine and am waiting for it to take effect. The moral of this story is: Don’t live in Vancouver, or, as I like to call it, Pollenland.
In other news, last night I decided to attend a work party instead of going to a class I had scheduled and I am sorry about it. The work party sounded fun… everyone was talking about the food they would bring and the wine we would drink and all the fun to come, and I got swept up by the rumours and decided to go. And this required me to miss my class on, well, let’s say my class on my favourite part of my field of special interest in psychology. Which seemed like a good trade off because the party was going to be SO FUN except that of course it wasn’t. Work parties never are, unless maybe you work in a restaurant, which I don’t. And I missed my super awesome class and am kicking myself for it. Anyway I don’t even like parties, I never have, and why on earth did I think I would last night? So I made a bad choice and am sorry for it. Boo.
Vancouver? Just be glad you’re not in the Fraser Valley right now, like me.
Oooo. Poor Jim.