Headaches.

According to my dad, they don't exist. He doesn't get headaches. He doesn't believe in them. Then again, there are a lot of things my dad says he "doesn't believe in." Although, that's another discussion.
Me, I believe in headaches. Physical AND metaphorical ones.

This week, I've had nothing but one huge headache. It started out as a metaphorical headache, a combination of stress, school, theater and parents, and then morphed into a real headache.
What's a real headache? That stinging, pounding, eye piercing feeling in your head which makes you unable to think.
Thus why this entry sucks so much, and why I can't think now. Rain usually inspires me, but today, I was useless.

Blame the headache.

Physical or metaphorical?

You choose.

And if you, like my dad, don't believe in headaches, then horray for you. You're gifted.

Go celebrate.

Go!

Go!

GO!