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Apr. 15th, 2014 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredTomorrow I'm going to do job stuff (as in, looking up and calling places), and maybe go see The Winter Soldier in IMAX. And hopefully, I will no longer feel like my allergies are trying to kill me.
This is the first day in about a WEEK that I have not wanted to have my sinuses extracted. I apparently live in a medium-high pollen area, and after years of lying dormant, my allergies have flared up in a GLORIOUS AND AMAZING WAY. Nothing like waking up in the middle of the night hacking and wheezing and coughing so hard that you actually make yourself barf.
Yeah. That happened to me at work last Saturday.
In front of a customer.
This makes the second time in my life that I can remember vomiting in public. (The other time happened in high school--I mention it VERY early on in this journal, actually. Oh God, that was in 2002.)
In non-nasty news: I have about... ten or so episodes of Scandal to catch up on if I want to watch the finale on Thursday. My mom mainlined the second season on Netflix a few weeks ago. She was about halfway done with it, but honest to God, I went to work at like two in the afternoon and when I got home at midnight, she was finished. Even more shocking: while she was gone back to Durham, apparently she discovered that my grandma--my 80-something year old grandma!--loves it too.
This is the first day in about a WEEK that I have not wanted to have my sinuses extracted. I apparently live in a medium-high pollen area, and after years of lying dormant, my allergies have flared up in a GLORIOUS AND AMAZING WAY. Nothing like waking up in the middle of the night hacking and wheezing and coughing so hard that you actually make yourself barf.
Yeah. That happened to me at work last Saturday.
In front of a customer.
This makes the second time in my life that I can remember vomiting in public. (The other time happened in high school--I mention it VERY early on in this journal, actually. Oh God, that was in 2002.)
In non-nasty news: I have about... ten or so episodes of Scandal to catch up on if I want to watch the finale on Thursday. My mom mainlined the second season on Netflix a few weeks ago. She was about halfway done with it, but honest to God, I went to work at like two in the afternoon and when I got home at midnight, she was finished. Even more shocking: while she was gone back to Durham, apparently she discovered that my grandma--my 80-something year old grandma!--loves it too.
