Dark room, 3:30 a.m.
Waiting for my headache to go away.
Ever had a handful of glass marbles, and you make a fist around them, hearing/feeling the piercing scrape of glass against glass?
That’s my head right now.
I keep hoping this means I’m being inundated with radioactive crap from outer space, and I will wake up tomorrow with superpowers.
Shhh. Let me dream.
If I end up being able to fly, it will save me a fortune in gas money.