Oh Spring, Why Must You Abuse Me So?

Because I'm enjoying a nice hour by myself I have no one to complain to.

Sorry, internet, but you happen to be available.

Right now I am one big itch. My eyes itch. My nose tickles. My legs are quite itchy. My back hates the feeling of my shirt. My sleeves feel too long on my arms, and they are bothered by it. My head tickles. And my throat and ears feel like there is a feather in them.

Allergies. I hate 'em.