Apparently I am allergic to oak pollen. Maybe maple. They both came out hard this week in New York and I am currently suffering. My sinuses are like unto twin neutron stars behind my eyes, not merely content to be dense, squatting anomalies on the rubber sheet of my internal reality, but they’re branching out into pain emissions like some kind of sadistic, boogery pulsar thing.
I shall content myself with thoughts of murder and mayhem.
