In which I express my desires as of late:
I dream of the day
When I leave Puerto Rico
And can breathe again.
Yes, my allergies, having successfully packed my sinuses with snot, have now given birth to what can only be described as a phlem-filled day of misery. Yay. NyQuil NyQuil NyQuil, we love you, you giant fucking "Q"!
Gah. Pardon me, I need to go hack up a lung. And this is with a hepa filter in the house.
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