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Pine seeds. I’m allergic to pine seeds. I always had trouble eating pesto, but
I never felt like that meant that I could be allergic to the stuff. I
wasn’t feeling perfect after the meal I cooked, but my landlord said that she
was totally okay, so I didn’t think too much of it then. It wasn’t until I had
my leftovers that I started to question whether there was some issue with it.
I sent her a text, and again, she reported no issues. Work was really hard to
deal with today, so my boss practically ordered me to go to the doctor. They
ran an allergy test on me at the clinic, and that’s what they were able to
determine. I’m also allergic to eggs, which I find hard to believe. They think
that I’m a bit sensitive to gluten, but—pardon my language—that’s bullshit.
The only way you’re gonna stop me from eating bread is if you kill me first,
so good luck with that, buddy. Nevertheless, I’m okay, and I’m going to be
back at work tomorrow, regardless of how I feel. The way I see it, the only
reason not to push through the pain is if you’re contagious, and I know that
I’m not. I’m the only one who has to suffer here, but don’t you worry about
me. I’m sure you were, right? On that note, a few people indeed seem to be
reading my blog, at least in Boreverse. I think my alternate self reposts them
in his own universe, but still no one reads it. Yikes. Things were like that
when I was starting out here. I obviously had zero clicks, except for my own,
but now I get a couple visits a day. That’s when you know you’ve made it, when
two people go to your website, or one person goes there twice, or a bot does
it instead.
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