That time of year...
Apr/03/08 12:35 PM
It's that time of year again at households and campuses across the country, and perhaps the world. It's that time when no matter where you seem to go, you're followed by the incessant drizzly, congested sound of inhalation. It's sniffle season.
With the opening of the cherry blossoms down in DC comes the invasion of everyone's favorite allergies (not from the cherry blossoms alone) and the sudden realization that you're running on an average of five hours of sleep a night, vulnerable to every little germ. First comes the runny nose, then the congestion, then the reactive sniffle. Again. And again. And again. Sitting here in the library is like sitting through an orchestra of snifflers. An orchestra horribly out of tune.
Sniffling is one of the things (next to eating with ones mouth open and other bad manners) that drives me absolutely crazy. I don't understand what's pleasant about sniffling. Never have, never will (maybe I should try it sometime). I also don't understand why these people will continue to sniffle again and again without getting a stinkin' Kleenex. Instead, they'd rather go on and on disrupting the silence of a library, class room, or dorm room. You'll never catch me without some sort of napkin (usually the Dunkin Donuts or Subway variety) within arms reach to combat that evil little runny nose. For mine and everyone else's sake, let's hope the practice catches on.
With the opening of the cherry blossoms down in DC comes the invasion of everyone's favorite allergies (not from the cherry blossoms alone) and the sudden realization that you're running on an average of five hours of sleep a night, vulnerable to every little germ. First comes the runny nose, then the congestion, then the reactive sniffle. Again. And again. And again. Sitting here in the library is like sitting through an orchestra of snifflers. An orchestra horribly out of tune.
Sniffling is one of the things (next to eating with ones mouth open and other bad manners) that drives me absolutely crazy. I don't understand what's pleasant about sniffling. Never have, never will (maybe I should try it sometime). I also don't understand why these people will continue to sniffle again and again without getting a stinkin' Kleenex. Instead, they'd rather go on and on disrupting the silence of a library, class room, or dorm room. You'll never catch me without some sort of napkin (usually the Dunkin Donuts or Subway variety) within arms reach to combat that evil little runny nose. For mine and everyone else's sake, let's hope the practice catches on.
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