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Have you ever rolled around in bed after midnight, feeling stuffy and cough-y and sniffly and unable to get comfortable, unable to entertain yourself by reading or TV because everything seems to make you worse? And you stay up all bloody night long getting progressively worse and waiting till daylight so you could run to your mother and demand medication, hugs, and cookies-- only to feel perfectly fine as soon as you get up from bed?
And then sit around in humid heat all day, unable to sleep (or shower!) or to find a moderately comfortable place because moquitoes seem to gravitate towards beds and couches, and get the brilliant idea of cleaning bedroom and closet, the dust in which is so extreme that it just sends you right back into bed crying for tissues?
I'm not amused, Life. *smites*
And then sit around in humid heat all day, unable to sleep (or shower!) or to find a moderately comfortable place because moquitoes seem to gravitate towards beds and couches, and get the brilliant idea of cleaning bedroom and closet, the dust in which is so extreme that it just sends you right back into bed crying for tissues?
I'm not amused, Life. *smites*