the constant booger

I am miserable. Every year I vow to myself I will do next year's Christmas shopping online. But every year I somehow find myself needing to make a trip to Satan's Domain (a.k.a. Hulen Mall).

I left my house this morning wearing a sweater, scarf, and long coat. This was appropriate warddrobe considering it was 38 degrees out. By noon, however, the thermometer reached into the mid-seventies; I am sweating in my wool. The AC in my car recently took a dive, but I haven't been concerned because WHO NEEDS AIR CONDITIONING AT CHRISTMASTIME? I do.

Babies are screaming, lines are long, cashiers are new, they are out of size small pajamas at the Gap.

I am dehydrated. Hot. Agitated. And I am being stalked by a constant booger.

All this flip-flopping of the weather has wreaked havoc on my sinuses and I have a continous trickle of snot. Gross, right? The quantity is not enough to warrant carrying a box of tissues in my pocket and there's really not enough to even sniff back up. There's just enough to repeatedly coagulate in the southernmost (and slightly eastern) tip of my right nostril and create the sensation (and probably appearance) of DRY BOOGER.

After all this I couldn't even find what I needed at the mall. So, I bought a pair of jeans for myself. Good grief, Charlie Brown.