As I write (B.S.) my way through this essay that was due two days ago, is being written on something it isn’t supposed to be written on, and to be quite frank can kiss my rear end, I have developed a headache.

It’s little.. tiny.. I only need someone to take a spoon and scoop out my temple and everything will be fine. It hasn’t even spread to my eye yet, I mean, this is hardly painful at all. Nothing.

But I know, I just know it’s going to develop into a full-on, I-give-up-on-life, lay-down-in-the-dark-and-still-feel-miserable, devil-just-let-me-puke-or-something headache. And wouldn’t you know it I have no Excedrin. Absolutely none. And nothing else works. I might as well eat m & m’s.. it’s the same effect as other painkillers on this head of mine. No Excedrin and no time to walk to Smith’s and get some because of this stupid due two days ago essay.

Karma hates me. Both the cranky woman at the school bakery that I work at and the cosmic force.