Under the big cloud of pollen. I suppose it's better than the cloud of snow up north. It's good to be a southern girl... With allergies.
It's getting harder to breathe, nose is running more, my face... Ow.
My body is literally fucking sick. I don't think it's a cold or flu, though. So I can work tonight and not feel bad about spreading biological warfare to my competition. I wouldn't feel bad if I did, but not everyone I work with deserves to feel this drained.
Of course I didn't go to work last night. Not enough energy, as the rogues used to say. (That was a WoW reference because I am a NERD). I have not touched that game in a year or so. I still have yet to meet an exotic dancer who got into it. I feel like I'm the only one. I've shocked the hell out of some nerdy young customers dropping some WoW lingo.
I feel gross. Why did I have to get so sick right before my work weekend? Excuse me, I gotta blow my nose.
I'm gonna go pop about 4 zyrtecs before I go in.