Welcome to suffering with Jonah.
My brain has been leaking through my nostrils all day. My eyes are spiritually bleeding out the remnants of my soul. My throat has decided to surrender peacefully.
Meanwhile, Cas is being annoyingly happy about everything because his life isn’t going out his nostrils right now and he doesn’t get allergies.
I hate Mother Nature, and she hates me back. Thanks a lot, genetics.