Not a Good Day for Shenanigans
Allergy season is winding down for most people...unless you happen to be highly allergic to Cottonwood. It might be 80 degrees in the midday sun, but that damn spore is floating around like drifts of snow all over the freaking place. I am miserable. I have to take Zyrtek at night, and a couple Claritan throughout the day, not to mention the Advil Cold & Sinus, just to be able to breathe and hear on a regular basis. Granted, it only lasts for a couple few weeks, but DAMMIT I'M MISERABLE!!!!
So, when would be the best time to irritate me? Oh yeah, in the middle of my worst allergy season, while I'm trying to come down off the hormone wave of being an imbalanced chick, as I deal with my mother's biopsies and my sister-in-law about to go under the knife for cervical cancer, with a pregnant sister who's on a decorating binge, dealing with our biggest (and most frustrating) client at work, the constant battle to get my Dad to quit smoking, listening my baby brother bitch about the Troll (but never doing anything about it), struggling to keep my nieces from turning into neurotic messes thanks to previously mentioned Troll, and all the while being forced to accept my own pending mortality in great big dose of angst.... Yeah, that would be the BEST time to start petty bullshit, drama mongering, nit-picking and generally piss-poor behavior on the grand scale of human civility.
Some days...I wish I really was a mushroom.