Sorry, but this is NOT a happy post...

[drewscadoo]

So my trip to DC was pretty painful. Lots of allergies, annoying cousins, crazy grandparents, and drunken family members who all shall remain nameless. Everyone drank except me, and yet I was the one to awake with a pounding migraine. Of course. Didn't help that my unwanted, yet late Aunt Flo arrived. And we were squished into a tiny Camaro.

Every day this past week, I've had a migraine.
Every day this past week, I've cried unexpectedly for absolutely no apparent reason.
Every day this past week, I've felt a part of me slip away.

I hate me.