Migraine
Dear scintillating scotoma:
Please wait until after I have finished making lunch to blind me. You are rather pretty but incredibly distracting as you flash and glitter like some sort of private disco dance party, and I was using those eyes for looking at things that exist in the real world. I do not have any pressing need for sparklies. Please try again later.
Love, me.
(Untza untza untza untz)
Please wait until after I have finished making lunch to blind me. You are rather pretty but incredibly distracting as you flash and glitter like some sort of private disco dance party, and I was using those eyes for looking at things that exist in the real world. I do not have any pressing need for sparklies. Please try again later.
Love, me.
(Untza untza untza untz)