Procrastination

I have an ochem lab exam tomorrow. I don't want to study. I want to blast Christmas music and dance around my apartment and bake gingerbread spiked with red pepper, for that is the kind of gingerbread most attractive to this palate.

Three guesses what I'm doing right now.

I'm also the victim of still another causeless random allergy. (nose-itching allergy: raw bacon. seriously.) I have itchy hives all over my face from my cheekbones down to my jaw. I have hives on my lips, for crying out loud. They're not really visible, I just feel like my skin has curdled, which is very attractive.

I'm pretty sure it's R's fault. I had a similar condition during that really hot period this summer, whenever I spent the night at his place. Something about getting overheated over there makes my face get all puffy. I can't write this without sounding dirty. Bah.

The thing is, since I am the bedmember most likely to wake the other up in the night complaining of cold, R wraps me up in a blanket before snuggling up to me under another blanket. For some reason last week, my body temperature got set to "sizzle" and I woke up multiple times sweating. That would have been fine had I put myself to bed, but I'd crashed while watching Smallville, the Tivo remote still clutched in my hand, so R tucked me in. Tightly. And then went to sleep on the blanket so I couldn't get out.

Hence, hives. fun.