My father, & last night...

He is a very smart man. Like, he is really smart. If I need an answer to any questions, I will always ask him first and then Google if he doesn't know. But occasionally he can say/do some really dumb stuff. Yesterday evening, I was taking my usual Monday evening nap. He comes into my room, clearly seeing that I am laying in my bed, under the covers, and all the lights turned off.... He then asks, "What are you doing?"

seriously?......... -__-

To which I responded, "Um.. Napping?" But what I should have said was, "Um.. Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro." Unfortunately, I was unable to go back to sleep after the rude interruption, so I just got up and made dinner. Sad.

Anyways, I have suffering from allergies. It's that time of year when I cough up a lung every 38 seconds, when I have a nose runnier that a leaky faucet, when I struggle to breathe thought my nostrils or mouth, when I get bronchitis 57 times a month, when I cease to exist because I'm living in a dayquil/nyquil daze, when I suddenly remember why I despise the taste of mucinex, when head feels like a balloon swaying just a few inches from the ceiling, when my ears stop being able to hear things, and when my eyes are itchy and scratchy and watery.  White bitches love fall. Uggs come out, pumpkin flavored everything happens, and the temperature drops to a bearable 65-75 degrees (aka sweater weather). This is the time of year I don't particularly care for. Every. Fucking. Year. I get all nasty and ill. It kills my vibe. Last night, pre-sleeps, this is what I took to help combat the unfortunate symptoms of Fall allergies:

1. Help, I can't sleep!


2. Nyqyil cold & flu


3. Doctor prescribed cough medicine called Guaifenesin



4. Mucinex


5. Walgreen version of Zyrtec


So basically it was a medicinal cocktail, garnished with a coughdrop and served with a side of tissues. PLZ KILL ME. Hashtag over it.