Ramadan/Sewing Lovers Day/Grouch Day/Fall Festival Of Leaves (Ohio)/Helldorado Days (Arizona)/Missouri Day Festival/Oktoberfest (South Carolina)/Harvest Festival (Indiana)/Jazz Festival (California)
2004-10-15 @ 10:11 p.m.

What's more irritating than having hives and feeling itchy? I'll tell you. It's having hives, itching but knowing you really musn't scratch, and having your dad freak out about it more than you. Like, what's the deal? It's only been two days since the hives broke out, and acute urticaria can last up to six weeks. My dad is damn irritating. He's seizing on this as an opportunity to drum his brand of homegrown medical wisdom into my sisters. Lack of sleep equals hives? Like, what the hell? I know I don't get as much sleep as I should, and I know he's jealous that I can afford to sleep more than he does. Take a hike, Daddy, and please lighten up. If he's just shut up more often, we wouldn't have to fight so much...

So I didn't go for the farewell assembly, and just stayed at home mindlessly watching television. In any case, hope whoever went down had fun. I cleared three full plastic bags of junk from my room today! All in a quest to remove possible allergens from my presence. I can actually see the surface of the table beside me now. Am pretty much convinced that whatever it is that triggers off the hives, it's in my room. Why else do I always wake up in the morning looking worse than when I went to bed? Not to mention that new hives don't erupt when I'm in school or anywhere outside my room. I feel sorry for myself. Don't you?