Hachooing

Ooookay.

It's 10:33pm and I ought to sleep already. Will do. In a bit. After this.

I have a runny nose. To those who'll reply with a `then go run after it` remark, die die die die die die.

To die is what I really want it to be. The cold not the nose. It sucks that you can't bow down without wiping that watery liquid that runs like a stream every time you tilt even for a couple of degrees downward. What's it called anyway? It shouldn't be counted as mucus as mucus should be yellow or green phlegmatic substance dating back from our juvenile grossness of a wiping habit. Well goodness it's clear. Then not long after this routine, you'll feel the numbness of your nose and that space in between it and your lips. You'll look in the mirror and find it red. Feel it and it's hot. And at the end of the day, voila, a break out. Purrrfectness. Yey that I don't have this. Yet. What I have is the quarter-hourly sneezing and blowing my brains out. I figured this must be an effect of the late hours of sleeping and stress from work. So *stresstabs* it is. The wonders of multivitamins. You can blame your overeating on it. And when you're sleepy during lunchtime, you can just say "oh I took [insert brand of preference here] last night, a side-effect." Niiice. 

Oh well papel, I really need to hit the sheets. 

Salut.