I Cleaned My House and Now I’m Dying (A Love Letter to My Allergies)
Yesterday, I decided to be productive.You know, that dangerous moment when the soul whispers, “Let’s do it!” and the body hasn’t yet read the fine print. I deep-cleaned the kitchen like a possessed woman on a mission from the Goddess of Domestic Overhaul. I reorganized the bathroom, cursed at Tupperware that reproduces asexually, and did…