My allergies are killing me.
They are excruciating to the point where I can't sneeze once without it being followed by twenty consecutive sneezes. My left nostril is running. I got so tired of blowing my nose, so I'm sitting here with a wad of tissue stuffed inside my nostril, feeling sorry for myself.
My antihistamines are not working. My throat is so fucking sore. I'm grumpy. It's getting hotter and hotter every day. The heat makes it difficult to sleep and I am someone who cannot function properly without a certain amount of sleep. I'm grumpy. I want to take a nap but there is makeup on my face and since I am weird and OCD like that, I can't sleep without washing my face first. The thought of my makeup rubbing all over my pillows is really unsettling.
Today, I spent over an hour going from grocery store to grocery store because I had a mad craving for edamame. It started almost two weeks ago, when I went to Danielle's BC Felions calendar launch at the Shark Club. I had a huge bowl of edamame to myself and since then, I have not been able to stop thinking about it. I wanted to buy them in bulk so that I could steam them whenever I wanted some, but my grocery store search failed. I ended up going to a random Japanese restaurant on Fraser St. and ordering some there. I sat in a booth behind these two elderly women who annoyed me because they spoke to the Japanese waitress in slow, concise sentences that made it seem like they were mocking her. People are so ignorant sometimes.
