So I don't know why but last night, my entire face got really itchy. The sides of my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders all began to burn with pain. I tried not to succumb. I sat on my hands and closed my eyes. I told myself I could ignore it. If I didn't think about it, I could fall asleep, and all would be better in the morning. Oh how mistaken I was. This mysterious itch kept me up until two this morning. The more I tried to fight it, the hotter it burned. In any case I think I had an allergic reaction to something. Perhaps it was the plant I accidentally parked too closely to. Who knows. All I know is that I hope it never happens again. Because the itching sensation is definitely not a pleasant one.

So in order to solve this I opened the window and slept on the floor. Why? You may ask. Well, there was a nice breeze that helped 'cool' down my face; just enough so I could drift off to sleep. But I guess my body wasn't satisfied yet. Now it decided to torture me with the one thing it had left, those stupid coughs. So every ten...twenty minutes? I would wake from my slumber in order to satisfy my lung's desires to empty itself out. This continued till about five am until my body was satisfied. Too bad my alarm went off at six thirty to wake me up for work. Joy.

Maybe I should drink NyQuil tonight.