I'd forgotten how truly delightful you are. I cannot express my thanks at your return so that I can remember with clarity the subtle beauties of your character.
How could I forget how fun it is to have constantly watering eyes? I particularly like it when my co-workers or classmates ask me a question and I look up from my laptop and they recoil, wondering what terrible news I just received that would cause me to weep so copiously? I also like the tear-tracks that are now imprinted on my cheeks. It's classy, I think.
I also really enjoy only ever breathing through one nostril (I also like it that you've reduced me to using the word nostril on my blog. Thanks for that). And you switch it up too! Sometimes it's the right, sometimes it's the left! Never a dull moment around these parts.
I've always loved waking up in the morning. I rejoice in the harsh blaring of an alarm and the feeling of walking around half-dead. I couldn't have imagined it could get better, but it has. And I have you to thank for that. Not only do I get to wake up in the pitch-black feeling more exhausted than I did the night before, but now I get to do with the accompanying overwhelming feeling of suffocation. Why, one of these mornings, I may wake up dead. Which, come to think of it, would mean I wouldn't have to hear that lovely alarm one more time.
Yes, Allergies, I'd like to welcome you back with open arms. Thank you for making life a little more exciting, a little more worth living. You'll always have a special place in my heart. And nose.
Sincerely, lovingly, truly,