After having spent the better part of this spring complaining about people with hay-fever, or rather complaining about their complaining, it's finally bit me in the arse. My throat hurts, my nose is feeling like a uhm... beehive, I guess. I'm sneezing like a madwoman. It's just uncomfortable. Of course, the fact that I've been complaining about everyone else's hayfever means I wont be able to complain about my own. So I suffer in silence. With the occasional interuption of waking up my husband in the middle of the night with a "my throat huuuuuuurts...!". He doesn't appreciate it. Actually, come to think of it, I'm not 100% sure that it's hay-fever. I guess technically it could be a cold or something. I mean, does hay-fever normally include a sore throat? Yeah, maybe, I don't know. The important thing is I don't like it.
I also got a reminder for a bill today, which felt completely unfair since I honestly thought I'd paid it. I must have lost it in the mess of other papers I keep on my desk. I even had to like, contact my bank (thank you, impersonal internet service) to make sure that it wasn't a mistake. It wasn't. I had actually forgot to pay my phone bill. Typical. Hay-fever and forgotten bills. It's just a terrible start of the week.
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