Allergies! Boohoo!

I'm weeping as I type. I'm also crusty, snotty and generally unattractive right now (Take me now Lord!). Thank you End-Of-Monsoons! Gone are the damp, humid days and here come the duststorms and heat of October. Along with every f'ing thing that makes my life a living hell.

Hmm. Let's see what I have to look forward the next month or so:

Dust: Bombay's gift to the world.

Paint fumes: From the construction ALL over the place (Honestly, can anyone actually afford the flats in Bandra anymore? Or am I the only poverty stricken/sleeping on dad's couch/eating mom's food/budgeting young guy in this area?). On the other hand, I have seen some rather buff construction workers around. Pros outweigh the cons here....

Cigarette smoke: It's either me getting used to it, or having to axe about 75% of my friends list, about 95% of my hanging out places and about 10% of prospective boyfriends (Smoking boyfriends? NOt unless they're "smoking..hot". Then again I bent the rule for M. and I have been rather lax on dates recently....this is what happens when you get older. You compromise on what you want. Sigh.)

Pollen: Bhagwaan tera lakh lakh shukar hain (in Hindi film Nirupa Roy ishtyle) that we don't have oak trees in Bandra. I am deadly allergic to Oak Pollen (Stupid America! Made me allergic to all the weirdest things - Oak trees, miso, Celine Dion..)

Grass: NOT the fun kind...I'm *SO* not allergic to that. Though it has like NO effect on me at all. I must be one of those people who inhale incorrectly..comes from being a non-smoker I suppose. I mean the common green variety that is ALL over the place here..I think they call it Congress Grass.

So I'm reduced to almost continuosly weeping and sneezing. I didn't cry this much when Jugal Hansraj accidently yells "Mummy" and Shabana Azmi gives him the vicious "Main tumhari Mummy nahin!". Or when all those satyagrahis get their heads bashed in at the salt works in Gandhi.
Instead, I have tears in my eyes as I inspect the coffee list at Coffee Day. I sneeze as I spot a particularly well-favoured human specimen (I think G-d is a Punjabi. Why elese would he give them such awesme bods? Then again, they almost alwyas have no brains.Hmm.). I have to blink away and scratch at the crusty eye boogers just as some cutie leans over and says Hi.

I'm going to die alone and sneezing. (Today's record: 52 sneezes on a 6 minute walk to work).

On the plus side (*This* is your plus side??), I finished Vol 5. of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire and have begun Vol. 6..I'm excited..though I suspect I know the ending already. I got shit from a "friend" for only reading this to appear intellectual. I'm so mad I challenge any of you to ask me a question Re: the books. And I'll show y'all. As we said in Std. III, I'm GodPromising you. MotherSwear FatherSwear.

Current music:
Nothing.

I'm sneezing so hard my headphones keep slipping out of my ears.