In case you don’t follow me on Twitter, I’ll sum up my morning:
1) I woke up at stupid o’clock to go to the gym, and discovered a spider in my bra. While I was putting it on (the bra, not the spider.) The spider and I will both be needing therapy now.
2) The left side of my head is throbbing with the gut-wrenching pain of what doctors like to call a migraine. Isn’t that a cute little word? I think they should rename it something with a lot more letters that involve screaming and throwing sharp things, just so people understand a little better what it means to have one.
3) Part of me is laughing hysterically that I’m still planning to go to get my beat on with Arron tonight. Yes, leave it to me to go out of my way to find someone else to beat me up tonight, when I could just stay home and get topped by a headache. In my jammies. I must be a masochist…
4) Ugh…my head hurts.
5) I don’t like pie. At all. Especially not cherry pie. Yes, let the humor commence.
So, in summation – early-morning spiders and headaches, sadism, beatings, cherry pie, therapy and a sweetly brave guy named Arron.
Yeah, I can’t wait to see the search hits on this one…
hmmm.. well, and, for those on twitter, you know that she did admit to liking one specific kind of pie, a kind of meat pie.
Baby, you’re right that migraines should have a name that’s much more painful/pointy/sharp/loud and generally more indicative of reality.
Yes, you are a sadist, a masochist and I think choosing the kind of pain you want to be in is very sane and makes all kinds of sense. Hey! Maybe Arron will be able to beat the migraine out of you! Wouldn’t that be awesome?
I love you baby, hope you feel better soon.
*sigh* I love you…