I have decided, after being informed by a friend (you know who you are, Pop Killah! Shout out, yo!), that I cannot, in fact, be made sick by the fires (which is completely wrong wrong wrong), that I am some sort of Indicator Species. Slight change in the toxicity off the air? She gets a rash. Water too hard, too chlorinated? Splotchy blotches. Someone in the environment angry, disgruntled, or generally making her nervous? Hives. Smoke in the air? Headache, swollen glands and a sore throat. And. A. Rash.
I've always been this way. My skin isn't really skin, it's like some sort of agar in a petri dish. Ooh, that is sexy.