The headache lingers on, but it’s either a little better, or I’m just getting used to it.

I’ve found a solution, though. I’m just going to unscrew my head and set it down on the table, like so. This way I can monitor myself while I’m cleaning and make sure that I’m doing a thorough job, and it will also be a hell of a lot easier to dye my roots.

I saw my friend K. this morning, and she asked me (with a completely straight face, mind you), “Do you ever think about having any more kids?”

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

For one thing, my tubes have been tied, cut, cauterized, and shipped overseas. For another, my own sweet dear child is currently in the throes of preteen hormone evil, and I wouldn’t take a second shot at this for all the crack in Washington D.C.

Not that I don’t love sweet little babies. I do! The thing is, though, that they grow up to be smelly little hundred-and-forty-pound charmers that roll their eyes at you every chance they get and screech, “WHY AM I STILL GROUNDED, SYLVAN LEARNING CENTER SAYS IT DOESN’T HELLLLLP!!!!”

We might be having a bad week in the Trance House. I’m just sayin’.

I love kids. I even love my own kid sometimes. But more? You must be high.

Those of you with seven children, I salute you. Mainly because you scare me.

In other news, I don’t have much news so far this week. This week has been about popping pills of every sort trying to contain the Headache That Would Not Die.

In the previous entry’s comment’s, Jeremy suggested that I may have cluster headaches and that I should try tripping on shrooms.

I tried shrooms one time, in college. Being the sort of person who never does anything – even crazy illegal things – half-assed, I ate about half the bag.

I have never vomited so long and with such vigor in my entire life. I have never tripped so hard, either. I was so afraid and paranoid and mystified by all the colors and shapes and giant Oreo cookies with big teeth and what have you that I thought I was going to DIE.

I am not a tripping kind of person. I’m way too freaked out for that.

So, no shrooms for me, Jeremy, but if they work for you, God bless, and I hope your headaches get better.

I know I’m ready for someone to take a giant nutcracker to this cranium.

Happy Tuesday.

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