Allergies

A coupla weeks ago at work I was hacking or something and wondering aloud why I was still sick when I seemed to have kicked the awful cold that plagued me. At this point, Beulah gave a reasonable explanation that, although I believed it, somewhat rejected. "I can't have allergies" I told myself. I've never had allergies. I've always kind of scoffed whenever I've heard people talk about their allergies. But it turns out I do, in fact, have allergies. Yesterday after Arts First I was walking into Boston for half price burgers with Bighead when I could not stop sneezing and my nose was running fierce. Finally, I admitted that I indeed have allergies. On my way back, my left eye really started to itch, then burn. And finally I got home and looked in the mirror to see what a mess my eye was. It was bloodshot, as Grandma would say, and a part of what looked like my tear duct was grossly inflamed.

Last night was the QBall and Friday was the last night of parties at Harvard. Both were amazingly fun. Unbelievably fun. Tomorrow I have my orals.