Yes boys and girls, it’s migraine time. It’s feeling like someone’s been trying to scrape my brain out of my skull with a melonballer. Make that a dull melonballer. Luckily I haven’t hit the puking-and-hate-the-world phase. I’m still in the plain ol’ hate-the-world part. It’s not too bad if I don’t do any strenuous activity like, oh say BREATHING. Ow – those capitals hurt.
On the brighter side, my ice hockey team had its first victory last night – a 7-1 win. What can I say? When we decide to win, we decide to win. Winning is good.