Spring has sprung in the North.

And I hate it, lol. Everybody seems to just love Spring -- a time of renewal, the birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, all that happy hippy dippy horseshit.

But Spring means only two things to me -- tree pollen and misery.

Luckily, it's been unseasonably cold, so the pollen has been manageable, but soon it will explode. But I have Benadryl, Claritin, Singulair, and Flonaise nose spray at the ready, so bring it on.