bitching bout hay fever

I have come to the conclusion that this house is not my sanctuary from hay fever, but rather the thing that makes me so bad.

I was struggling to move this morning, collapsing many times because of sneezing constantly is wearing me out, my body is sore from it, and the way I get hay fever it makes me weak and shaky (and I was already quite shaky from the asthma puffer… yay for waking up hardly being able to breathe)

I dragged myself to Greensie, had to mail off the package to Jake today. And I did that. And I felt crappy there, but no so crappy as I did when I walked back into this house.

It’s killing me. It is seriously trying to kill me.

in other news…

*cough* *splutter* *die* see? evil house!

It’s raining outside. A lot. Yay! I love rain. I’d go out and just stand in the rain but I just got dry from my shower.

I should eat something, but I don’t have the energy to go and get something, and then have to chew and swallow… too much effort.