Snot Mountain.

Wowowow.

I have not blogged in three days. Whatsa-matta-wit-me?

Nothing really. I've been 'battling' a cold... or intense allergies... phlegm city. It may have turned into bronchitis by now for all I know. (My mom had bronchitis all last week... nice!) I'm on Sudafed constantly so I'm really not sure. If I'm still exhibiting slight symptoms even while on over-the-counter stuff, who knows how bad my symptoms really are?

I've been congested for the past 5 days actually. Thursday was pretty bad. I woke up choking on phlegm. It was "Snot Mountain Day" as I like to call it. They were thick, white, and my sinuses not stop producing them. Suffice to say, I definitely stopped dairy ALTOGETHER. No smidges of dairy either. I wanted to get rid of this... whatever it is sickness.

I still went to work all this week though despite my mysterious cold. I loved talking to customers in the weirdest voice because of this cold. Random coughing was added in there whenever the customers said anything important. Don't worry though, it was all unstaged -- I really do have a medium cough. But I only cough because I'm choking on phlegm.

Did I tell you about my coughing fit on the bus home? Oh, of course not. I haven't blogged in three centuries. It was all Chloraseptic's fault. The cooling of my sore throat triggered a tickle. That tickle turned into "Oh my God ma'am... Do you need an ambulance??!?"

Just kidding.

No one asked me that. I only had one mile 'til my final stop. And by then, I doused my cough-tickle out with water even though it took like, one entire liter of water to do so. What's that all about?

Well, where am I now 2-3 days later?

At my boyfriend's new place. I'm really not gonna tell you where he lives now. He might be embarrassed? I don't know. I mean, I live in a similar situation. But oh well. His bad luck and these economic times were no help. He'll be fine. He's definitely ventured out farther in life than I have.

Note: My boyfriend spidey-sensed I was typing about him and called out "I'm not embarrassed!" then laughed a hearty genuine laugh. Hmmm, alright then. Everyone: He lives with his mom. But it's only for the summer... Maybe.

Wow, I want breakfast right now.

Oo, wait. This blog is about skin picking / dermatillomania. Shooooot. Did I? I think I did a little. Bump on my arm here, bump on my arm there. May have gone overboard on picking at my chest on Friday. But not life altering overboard. No pain. I'm not letting myself get bored so much. Also, whenever I feel the urge to pick, I've been clenching both of my fists for 10-60 seconds, or breathing slowly and deeply, or thinking positively, or all of the above.

It's working!

My skin picking has been less frequent. Skin picking is so stupid. It's like overeating so that you don't have to face problems or deal with emotions. I would definitely not want to be in a high government position. I would be picking my skin all the bloody time! (No pun intended.)

Hmmm...

Breakfast time. I may come back to continue today's post if anything significant happens.

Bye ;)


p.s. The Hangover... Oh my... AMAZING movie. I feel like I am Zach Galifianakis. No, I'm not a man with a potbelly and Jesus beard, but I've always wondered why my friends call me 'random' and ask 'could you please stick to the subject?'

In summary, my words and statements boggle the mind of most individuals.

:)