stupid histamines

The air in Sacramento has just been for shit the last couple days.  Basically, I'm wishing I didn't have to breath to, you know, LIVE!  Sheesh, I think my nostrils have forgotten what it's like to both work at the same time.  Without dripping.  And my poor eyes, I almost clawed them out on the way home from work yesterday.  I've decided to start pronouncing Alavert, my savior in this time of hell, as though it were French (al-a-vair).  It's about the only amusement I'm getting out of allergy season.