Hah. I get migraines. It’s
I get migraines. It’s hereditary and it sucks. Waking up with them means taking Imitrex and going back to sleep. But in the Before Time, in the Long Long ago, it was 1991, I was six and modern medicine hadn’t really figured out what the fuck to do. So, suppositories. Not painful – and aero(anal?)dynamically designed – and created to fucking melt slowly. Yes, they were cold. No, this doesn’t make you better than me.
glass – Only fuckos study in the library. What can you do there that I can’t do at home in my underwear?