Be-low

Damn how I despise having a runny nose. If I were to be confined within the walls of my cozy home the current predicament would not be in existence. The instant I place myself among the population of the public I immediately become aware of the severity of excess mucous. Perhaps such notations are an amplification created within the rabid dimensions of my brain, but with every nostril inhale, the sound generated is sufficient enough to quite literally 'wake the dead.' An apparent method of avoiding such self-induced phobia would be to buffet the plethora of viscous immunities properly into a tissue which is easily disposed; however, the logistics behind such actions deem impossible for I to overcome. For such relief activity to commence I would first have to remove myself for the viewing vicinity of other human beings; forcing myself to publicly rise up from my dwelling of learning, walk under the scrutiny of my piers towards the gateway of exodus, then proceed to wait for a clearing in the hallway allowing for adequate isolation.

incomplete
bored between classes with a bothersome runny nose
during the summer time to boot