Do you get hay fever? The type that stings your nose. The burrows into your skull. Lights it on fire. It radiates pain from sinus to temples and makes you wonder whether flowers are the new evil. Worse, they could team up with their evil cousin dust. Oh what a pair they would make. My skin crawls at the thought.

I spray liquid up my nose, hoping for quick action. I loath the sweetly perfumes candles in my room. Ambiance my ass when your killing me from the outside in. You over dramatise my life and turn me into a damsel. Waiting for drugs to kick in and save me from this hell.

See you in the morning for another round.