Ragweed. It’s the reason I have allergies, the reason I took Benadryl, the reason I lost my balance and fell off a chair and backwards bodyslammed a bench and nearly cracked a rib. That was Wednesday night. Now it’s Friday and I feel a lot better, but that could also be the vicodin talking.
Tomorrow is a wedding. Which is the reason I was looking for brown paper to send the gift, the reason I needed a Loehmann’s bag, the reason I was rearranging stuff in the cubbyhole above the closet, the reason I lost my balance and fell off a chair and backwards bodyslammed a bench and nearly cracked a rib.
Or maybe I am just a total spaz.