(Part of an irregular series on adjusting to life in a magilatex suit.)

Dear diary: a thing I don’t miss are allergies. I mean, I still do get allergies, sinuses cranked full of crud blocking off my nostrils whenever I put my head down to sleep, but it no longer results in mouth breathing and dry mouth whenever I wake up. Outstanding.

These little purple monsters are the worst, but they're also a very promising vector for new flexible fabrics.