Entering my third week of allergies. I hate you, spring. San Francisco is wound in a chain of warm bright days with the wind blowing pollen and shit through the air. There are pretty ladies everywhere showing lots of skin. I stare at them and ache from a great big distance. A co-worker told me that beer and wine contain histamines and exacerbate allergies. I swear I had no idea! I will further limit my already limited time spent outdoors rather than limit my drinking.