Day 2: I was wrong
And its name was hay fever.
There is no relief. I am beaten, bruised, my nasal cavity as raw as Lindsay Lohan's must feel every morning.
Leaves are dying, my sinuses are dying. My lips are chapped and I look like a torture victim in an Allegra commercial.
Every time I'm about to sneeze, my fingers shake and my eyes roll back into my head as I grasp for air. The worst is when I think I'm going to sneeze and I don't. I've been on the verge of sneezing for the past 40 seconds. You seriously have no idea.