Talking Bird
Like your brain can't keep up with your beak.
Allergies
Allergies are stupid, especially the seasonal type. I’d rather have my immune system be in an epic, medieval battle with some sort of bacteria or virus that lasts a day or two, while in the meantime I get a bunch of sleep and have dreams reminiscent of The Magic School Bus about what’s happening inside my body…than to have my body mistakenly start producing white blood cells and trick me into thinking I’m sick. I’m not sick. Seriously, it’s not cool.
What’s worse is that rest doesn’t help. Body, you’re not engaged with an enemy combatant. It’s just ragweed. It won’t hurt me. I promise.
So, I concede and take some sort of allergy medicine. Maybe an antihistamine or a nasal decongenstant. I admit defeat. I cannot control my own body.
Allergies have taken two otherwise enjoyable nights away from me thus far this season. Perhaps there will be more?