HEADACHE.

I came home from school today to discover that I had absolutely no homework whatsoever. So, I took a nap. Pathetic, innit?

Ever since I can remember, I've had migraines. I've been to the doctor a handful of times, even went to the chiropractor for help, but no treatment has been permanent. Usually, I just pop a couple of tylenol, crawl into bed, and call it a day. I've had enough of them to know that they usually occur when I haven't had enough sleep, when it's cold outside, when I've chewed gum the day before, when I've slept in a bad position, etc. etc. etc. Horrible.

Anyways, I gave up coffee last week because I discovered this wretched outbreaking of pimples. I get pimples whenever I don't get my beauty sleep (and let's face it, with this mien, I need a lot of it), and coffee is what I always drink in the morning to avoid a total faceplant come Physics C second period. Thus, Step One: Sleep Earlier, Step Two: Stop Drinking Coffee. My mom thinks its hilarious and now keeps a bag of coffee beans in the car as "air freshener". Jerk. D: Still, I will not be deterred! My face is clearing up, my days are looking up!

However, such great turnouts usually are accompanied by a downside. I now have killer headaches. It's like a hangover, but it doesn't straight up happen in the morning. Water doesn't help. They just sneak up on you...and pounce. I've had them for a week now, hopefully they're dying away. This incessant throbbing makes any attempt at a coherent thought process impossible. Worse than any period, hands down. Guh. The agony.

Today's headache was triggered by an overdose of Mink Fumes. Yes. Those deserve capital letters. I was telling Jimmy about the way the small shoots up your nose and he responded, "Who the hell sticks their face that close?" Well, apparently, I do. The fumes of the formaldehyde, combined with the stench of decomposing mink, shoots up your nose, makes your eyes water, and ultimately, your head hurt. Things weren't helped along by the brain-cell strangling pop test given in Daniell's class the period before. Wit! I CURSE THEE!

Came home. Migraine. Took a nap. Migraine. Woke up. Migraine. Watching House. Migraine. Mother.

This past Sunday, Pastor Quoc called out for "People with Migraines. Headaches that won't go away." Nobody else raised their hand; I've always been a pansy. Damn. Missed out on some healing. haha. But still, damn that man's good.