It's the Most Terrible Time of the Year

*So it's 3:30 in the morning and I'm sitting up with the most awful allergies right now. My throat is itching like the dickens and I can't find a single remedy to fix it. I know Erik most likely can relate to this torturous occasion. My mom used to always wonder what the weird noise we made was when we itched the roof of our mouth with our tongue. Well mom, it's the sound of agony. Pure, unadulterated agony. Aaargh...I gotta try to get some sleep....At least the Twins have won 6 of 7.