Hay fever makes me sad. Hay fever makes my nose runny and that's not really funny.
Hay fever makes my soul tired and my hands weary. Hay fever go away and let me get back to my non complainy Eleni state. But while I'm on it, I could just as well use a haircut, one week under the scorching hot sun in bathing suit, and a new Grandaddy record. (a Jason Lytle one would also do).
In the meantime, allergic rhinitis is obviously responsible for lethargic reactions against pants heming thus rendering any flats-ballerinas adoption obsolete, albeit allowing even booties tucked in way under till Winter gets back.
Today it's 86 F but I'm in no California. Anti-histamines you're no friend of mine.