Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Mutiny in my forehead
I have spent the last several hours researching and applying for jobs.

About a half hour into it, I developed a horrible, screaming, miserable, nauseating, eye-crossing, whimpering headache. Despite having preemptively taken meds.

The mere prospect of going back to work out in the real world makes my brain attempt tp escape via my optic nerve and out my eye sockets, having already popped each eye out of my head at high velocity.

It's a good thing I wear glasses. Makes it easier to catch everything and cram it back in before it hits the floor.

Woe is me. Could I be any more of a drama queen?

Yes. I could.