I'm suffering my second day of an unstoppable torrent of electric pain that may or may not be a migraine headache. I have only had one other massive headache like this in my life and I have always attributed that one to the stressors that caused me to walk out of my place of employment the day after said headache occurred.
There are certain stressors weighing heavy on my shoulders these days, but not of the same sort, nor do I expect to be leaving the happy service of my benevolent employer any time soon (unless they find that dead hooker behind the soda machine). Nonetheless, this headache is increasingly difficult to ignore and I blame it for my poor blogging today*.
Yes, I know. I'm being a pansy. At least I didn't almost kill myself attempting to mop the floor.
Jihad Amir Ramadan. With a name like that I'll bet he'd have a ball trying to get through airport security.
I always get nervous when good things come from evil people, so I'm not sure what to think about this.
How cool is it that there is a White House scandal involving a guy named Scooter?
I'm flying to London via Northwest. That's discomforting.
*Tomorrow I will need to think up a different excuse for my poor blogging. And another one for the day after that; and the day after that; and the day after that...