F for Frustration
Last night, laying in bed, I was thinking of doing something really cool once I woke up. But then I fell asleep, and now I can't remember.
Then, to make things worse, the goddamn mattress cover (the waterproof kind in case the kitties pee) makes Shane and I both ridiculously sweaty.
At 3:30, I woke up to find that my nose was basically pouring blood down my throat. I got up, pinched the bridge of my nose to stop blood flow, and realized that yet again, a blood clot was going down my throat, but still stuck in my nasal cavity. So it just stays there, in the back of my throat, making me gag. I went to smoke to cauterize the wound.
Now, I feel compelled to do the dishes, but I really don't want to.
Poo!