3am Post ...

It's 3:06am. A loud game of beer pong, which was played right outside my door, kept me up for almost two hours tonight. I woke up starving, thirsty, and desperately needed a breathing treatment for my asthma. But most of the drunk beer pongers were making fun of me, calling me Natasha's "wife." Now they're gone so that I can come out of my cave and drink water and breathe properly again.

I have to work at 8am.