Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

watery eyes

Today was a wasted day for me. It didn't matter that the weather was almost as nice as yesterday. I felt completely unmotivated and accomplished next to nothing. All that I did was mope around the house and do a little cleaning.

For some reason, I couldn't think of anything that I wanted to do and just let the day slowly pass me by. Even worse I didn't get outside that much to enjoy the weather. I just sat around in a daze trying not to sneeze fifteen times in a row.

Once again something in the air was bothering my nose and eyes and it became my focus of the day. I'm not sure what it is that makes me feel this miserable, but I hate having to run to the medicine cabinet to make it stop.

If I don't at least take something, my eyes can't handle any kind of bright light. They itch and burn while my nose keep dripping and dripping. I sit there waiting for the next round of sneezes to start and shake my whole body.

I have never been fully tested for allergies, but every so often something sends me over the edge and I can't stand it. The only good part is that it seldom lasts for more than a day or two. After sneezing for what seems like an eternity and having used multiple boxes of tissues, it all stops just as suddenly as it began.

 
book: To the Wedding - John Berger
music: All the Pain Money Can Buy - Fastball
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