All that you have is your soul (Tracy Chapman).

Tuesday, 6 June 2006

Questions At Dawn

It's 4.00 am and my eyes are streaming, throat is tickly and my blocked up nose is remembering the good old days when my breathing didn't have to find it's way in and out of my body via the oral cavity.

I've never quite understood why, if all the windows are closed, my body chooses some ungodly hour to go into hay-fever mode. I haven't been near pollen for at least twelve hours and the damn substance hasn't even awoken yet - so why am I having to wake up from a deep sleep and wonder whose receptacle I'm currently inhabiting?

If you are a fellow sufferer, you can probably relate with everything I've just written and if you're not...right now...I positively hate you!!!

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