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Aug. 2nd, 2002 02:25 pmSnif. No one is here today to keep me company. I am all alone and miserable.
It's been a *long* fucking week. I was out yesterday, holed up in my house trying to breathe.
It's not the heat . . . it's the humidity. Whatever. The air quality in the tri-state area sucks { insert noun of your choice here }. I got as far as the train station parking lot, and was sitting in the car, whooping and wheezing. Scary, let me tell you.
Asthma sucks, too. It's like someone put a wet washcloth over my face and said cheerfully, "Now breathe through that."
Yuck.
Well, a rainbow of inhalers later . . . I can breathe. Lovely feeling, that.
Sigh. I'm going to be under my desk, feeling sorry for myself.
It's been a *long* fucking week. I was out yesterday, holed up in my house trying to breathe.
It's not the heat . . . it's the humidity. Whatever. The air quality in the tri-state area sucks { insert noun of your choice here }. I got as far as the train station parking lot, and was sitting in the car, whooping and wheezing. Scary, let me tell you.
Asthma sucks, too. It's like someone put a wet washcloth over my face and said cheerfully, "Now breathe through that."
Yuck.
Well, a rainbow of inhalers later . . . I can breathe. Lovely feeling, that.
Sigh. I'm going to be under my desk, feeling sorry for myself.
