I'm trapped inside today.
I don't have any allergy medicine.
The joy of living in the southern realm of the US is that it's quite warm in the winter; the challenge is the fact that allergies exist year-round. And they are so bad. I have one of those tricked-out air filters running non-stop in my living room, and I live in the Valley Of The Allergy Dolls.
But now, without my meds, if I go outside I will explode. I will burst into flames. I will pull a Kyle Chandler and bits of me will splatter all over everyone around me. That was a really good episode, btw. I'm so glad he blew up. Much more interesting. And Kyle Chandler is going to star in the TV adaptation of the movie Friday Night Lights, as Billy Bob Thornton's character, so he doesn't have time to play a supporting role on Grey's Anatomy anyway.
Wait, this is about me:
So now I am trapped inside, like the boy in the bubble, staring out at the big beautiful world while fogging up the glass on my bedroom windows by breathing on it longingly. I don't long for the windows. I long for what's on the other side of them. You know what I mean.
I'm going to have to make a break for it. I'm going to have to jump in my car and drive to the expensive pharmacy where there aren't 45-minute lines like at Walgreens, and grind up the pills and rub the powder into my gums.
There's a monkey on my back. Why can't I set this monkey free?