dust. mold. grass.
my 3 sworn enemies, the biological banes of my existence.
I was trying to explain to ryan the extremes of my annoyance.
It's like my face is itchy and burning from the inside out. And a pressure is building. And soon, it will be let loose, and my face will explode off the front of my head.

in other news, imr and raking bombs, and a band I didn't see rocked the sons and the daughters @ mesa luna's tonight.

cheers.