As some of you know, I’m allergic to eggs. I’m even allergic to the smell of cooking eggs. I’m allergic to stuff you cook in a pan that you’ve previously cooked eggs in. This is why I never accept breakfast invitations at conferences.
Well, this morning there were eggs EVERYWHERE at the portfolio reading. They had scrambled eggs available all morning. They served egg salad for lunch. They also served chicken salad for lunch, which is loaded with egg-y mayonnaise. So yeah, I’m pretty much doomed. Here come four days of dyslexia, headaches, and mood swings. Yippee.