My B-side

I'm Allergic to Indiana

It’s 84 degrees Fahrenheit. Outside it’s possibly 90. And yet my father continues on in the power struggle against our almost six feet under air conditioning unit. He supposedly fixed it days ago, but the effect is definitely not evident. Fans are blowing crazy. They remind me of dirty mops, no matter how much you swab the floor you’re only sloshing and spreading the filth. And thus this is also true for the diffusion of ungodly temperatures in the Gerth household. Oh and then I keep breaking out in hives…scary huh? Apparently, I’m super allergic to the metallic paint used at work. And then there’s the poison whatever on top of all that. Needless to say, my forearms are just one giant itch. Despite my leprous appearance and my almost constant state of hot flashes, life is pretty good. I finished my oil painting… and I’m working on a screenplay…and I only have 62 days left in hell… and life is so boring I think I might die if a Benadryl overdose doesn’t kill me first. Drowsiness is occurring.

posted by Melissa at 23:23