C8 H10 N4 O2, I love you.
Migraine pain substituted for my alarm clock this morning--worse than the monotone bird whose testing pattern kicks in at first light--and on the way to work, PMS hormones kept pushing pathetic little tears against the lower perimeters of my eyes. My heart felt too heavy to carry around in my chest.
But at work, halfway through a cup of coffee, all kinds of hassles suddenly seemed like no big deal, and my outlook shifted to the sunniest setting on the dial. Outside, it's gray and dampish but now it's striking me as soothing instead of gloomy.
What a wonder drug.
But at work, halfway through a cup of coffee, all kinds of hassles suddenly seemed like no big deal, and my outlook shifted to the sunniest setting on the dial. Outside, it's gray and dampish but now it's striking me as soothing instead of gloomy.
What a wonder drug.