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One day I will have a migraine that will be the *last* migraine I ever have, and the the alien seed that was planted in my brain will burst out of my forehead and the spores will go about their work of ending the world. Or something. Seriously two migraines in a week is too many. My whole upper body is stiff and whenever I move around I get to feeling kinda puke-y. It makes me feel better thinking that there's something in my brain planted by aliens working towards ending us. Having a biological doomsday weapon imbedded in me would seems like a better reason for frequent, debilitating headaches than "I don't handle stress well." Because that's a shit reason for anything.