Dear Headache,

You are really starting to get on my nerves.  You tortured me all day yesterday, so much so that I cancelled all my clients.  That is seriously uncool, my friend.  I’ve done my time now.  I stayed home.  I caffeinated.  I Adviled.  Now it’s time for you to leave.

Don’t pretend like you’re gone.  I can still feel you, hiding behind my eyes.  You’re just waiting to jump out and surprise me.  I’m really not in the mood today, so please find someone else to bother.

Love,

Erin