Migraines: Proof of A Cosmic Conspiracy
Why is it on my last day of freedom I get a migraine? I believe it is proof of some sort of great cosmic joke. It's pretty outside; the sun is shining and all is pretty in God's kingdom. What am I doing? Sitting in the dark, wishing the throbbing would stop. I am seeing the chiropractor in the morning, but my head could care less. Some people wish for world peace; I am looking for a cure for migraines.
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