So my apartment mate wonders if you could runny nose so bad that you dehydrate. I may have mentioned that being a Cantonese American she sometimes is overly dramatic to the point of cheesy theatrics and wailing fake heartache, yes? I have assured her that there have been no recorded instances of that happening ever. Now she says it's a challenge, and she accepts. This in between giddy cheerfulness about mangoes and oranges and no longer getting internet bra commercials. All of this is a testament to coffee and tea.
Which can powerfully prevent drying out.
If employed judiciously.
In my mind I have my own bra commercial, involving the best bra ever! Three cups, in case you need an extra one at times. Or feel bloated during that time of the month.
Just stretch, stuff, and fold.
Or use the extra space for that pack of ciggies you're hiding from your parents.
Or your car keys and spare change.
It is possible that both of us may have swilled too much hot beverage today.
This may have overly sparked lobes and cortexes.
Frontal and neo.
As a Dutch American, I am calm and phlegmatic even under the most adverse of circumstances. And not given to dramatic exclamations.
Also, I'm nearly four hundred miles away from anywhere near the burning zone.
Even though it's intellectually closer than that, no need to panic.
The painting above was inspired by the wild fires.
My nose isn't running.
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