It's nearly three in the morning. I hate three in the morning. Nothing good comes from being awake at this point. Just misery and sleepiness. If I were writing a paper this would be about the time I realize how close day light actually is; luckily, I'm not writing a paper. In fact, I'm not doing much of anything other than devouring cough drops hoping the itchy throat goes away and wishing that allergy medicine time would hurry up and approach.
I have tried nearly ever single allergy medicine one can buy without a prescription and it does seem that nothing helps. My eyes itch, my nose drips, and my throat does this weird itchy scratchy thing. My face feels all puffy and all allergy medicines either put me to sleep instantly or don't work leaving me to be miserable at 3am.
But, I have things to amuse me.
Thing number one: London.
I leave in one day. Today is Monday and I leave tomorrow. I would be jumping up and down, but I'm sleepy... And it's 3am. It seems people sleep at 3am when they aren't dying because nature has filled the air with it's tiny little demon spores.
Thing number two: Mozart l'Opera Rock
The single most glorious French musical I've ever heard. I can't stop listening to Mikele and Florence singing. Not to mention those two are absolutely beyond gorgeous. Listening... Staring... It could keep me occupied quite a while if it weren't for the whole bit with my feeling exhausted. Allergies have disrupted my sleeping habits for a few days now. It needs to end.
