Sugared Eyes

I have a migraine right now. Complete with nausea, dizziness and visual blinkies and black-spots. In all fairness to the mighty migraine fairy, it isn’t a particularly painful one… yet. Unfortunately, I get migraines when I’m stressed out, and I’m sure it’s my body telling me to cut the crap and weird stress hormones and whatnot, but when I’m crunched for time and working super hard at something, the last thing I need is to feel like there is a cat inside my skull gnawing on my eyeball and rabbit kicking my temples. It is not going to help me learn physics, it’s just not. Maybe I’ve listened to too much Johnny Cash, because my migraines get rhythm when I get the blues.

Okay, even I have to admit that was a stretch. Because I don’t learn from my own experiences, I went back and got a cocoa from the same coffee shop where I bought the hot water last week, and it was actually pretty good this time. The lady tried to stiff me for a dollar eight though. She said, “That’ll be $2.16,” and I said, “… are you sure about that?” And lo, it wasn’t two sixteen after all.

That story seemed a lot more interesting in my head. I guess I could lie and say I hopped over the counter and scissor kicked her in the face, but that’s just silly.

So I drank some Mountain Dew Code Red--JESUS CHRIST IS A LOIN (actually meant to be lion, but I mistyped and thought this was funnier) THERE IS A SPIDER ON MY WALL!

So I drank some Mountain Dew Code Red and ate some Funyuns (Onion Flavored Rings) in the vain hope that the combination of salt, fat, sugar and caffeine would knock out my migraine like wachaKAPOW, but it didn’t. So now my mouth tastes like a litter box, my stomach feels OILY and nauseous, and my eye still feels like it’s being eaten by Maurice. Where’s the justice?

Only slightly related, but why is it that my English Professor decided that the week that I have three midterms would be the best time to assign a thousand word essay about WC Fields? I mean, a thousand words really isn’t that bad, but with Calculus, Phyiscs and Chemistry to worry about this week, I’m really not up to analyzing a fat clown’s motives, unless there’s free chocolate cake involved, and trust me, there isn’t.