there is still glitter on your face

The football game was incredibly nerve wracking. My throat hurts from yelling at the television. But it was very fantastic in the end.

I can't sleep. I wish I knew why. But here I am at 4am, wide awake and everyone else is asleep.

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Sleep remains elusive. I finally lost consciousness around 5am and then I was back up at 7:30 or so. I stood in the shower for a ong time, trying to cough out whatever it is that I seem to be allergic to now. Tyler is still sleeping on the sofa, so I'm using his machine. Melynda is still asleep too.

I feel like hell, truth be told.