Starting Over

With this new school year -- the first in which I have been officially acknowledged as a college senior -- I thought I would start anew with a fresh motif for my blog. I rather like it.
As I write this, I glanced at the clock and realized that at 12:10 a.m. it is past my bedtime. That is right. Anyone familiar with me through my years of highschool and the beginnings of college would know that I was comfortable with a schedule more suitable to a vampire. For a while I managed to sleep all through the light hours and work/play through the night. Maturity breeds contempt. No. Familiarity is the mother of all invention.
I am positively tripping from an intense allergic reaction which has been like a self-invited and unwelcome relative. I felt like my left eye was trying to escape all day. I am accustomed to being a warmly sympathetic observer to Sean's allergy symptoms. While I truly empathized with him I did not want to actually join him in the drowning fuzziness of a failing battle with allergens. Sean comforted me by drawing a diagram of what my immune system was doing to me after going through a an hilariously elaborate ordeal to buy some antihistamines. It may be less complicated to buy a firearm in Texas than Clariten-D. Sean oddly enough was unscathed by nature today, while I slowly disintegrated into puddle of misery as I built a fortress of kleenex around myself. We finally figured that my allergies were worst while I was working on my Latin translation of The Aenied. Apparently, I am allergic to Intermediate Latin.