I love how this iPhone blogging app has a built-in stalking feature that inserts my location after I’ve typed in the title, so people know where I am when I’m writing. Unbeknownst to the app, I’m usually composing these en route to work, so their intentions are alas thwarted. Muahaha. I pass through two entire counties while composing these, you nosy bastards.
Pleased though I may be at the sudden increase in temperature, particularly because I spend a good chunk of time outside as I make use of mass transit for my commute, I do not appreciate the havoc it is wreaking on my autoimmune system. (aaaand thank you autocomplete for keeping me from having to spell out autoimmune. See what I mean? Sheesh.). I haven’t dealt with allergies in years, however for some reason beyond my comprehension, this season, whenever I step into the great outdoors, my face simultaneously closes up and begins to leak in strange places, and itch in highly inconvenient and inaccessible ones. And so unaccustomed to this phenomenon am I that I neglect to take antihistamines before leaving the house in the mornings. Fail.
I don’t really feel like writing anymore. Just felt like whining.
Voulez-voulez-vous was it as good for you as it was for me?
Location:5th Ave,Seattle,United States