I feel like I’d rather lay on the couch and sniffle. The weed pollen is extremely high and I can’t breathe through my nose. Plus all the other stuff. I got up this morning and went to the bathroom and tried to blow my nose. A high pitched whistle was the only thing that came out, high like a dog whistle. Gina laughed at me.
I wander around the house saying “I’m dying . . .” but no one seems to care. They roll their eyes and leave the room.
And that’s probably why I don’t blog much right now.
Other than the thought that most of what I’d write would probably offend someone right now and I’m not in the mood to deal with this.
I go through times when I like people and times when I can’t stand them. I mean, in general. And I’m in a can’t stand them right now time, so it’s best if I’m just quiet.