Yesterday afternoon at 4:30 p.m. sharp, I got my second migraine of the week. I was working and typing and reading and writing and then, the migraine fairy paid me a visit and I was blinded in the left eye with her shimmering stardust. I couldn’t drive home, so I called Nick to come get me. And after 20 minutes and nearly getting stuck twice, he made it to my building. We went home, I went to sleep and then a few hours later, I woke up feeling better. But, as soon as I started to eat something, I was blind again. Great. Thankfully, I was well enough to enjoy an excellent episode of Everwood. Today, I woke up nauseated and with a headache and drowsy, but I trudged on, through the morning, through the shower, through finding an outfit that I’m not even sure matches, through packing my work bag and through the drive to work. I got to my cube, tired but ready to face the day, and got into my work bag to take out the soda I had packed. The soda was empty. Somehow, it had been punctured and it spilled all over my calendar, a notebook full of important notes, two discs, two pair of running socks, my makeup bag, three CDs, an umbrella, a jar of Advil and every pay stub I’d received in the last six months. Awesome. I also forgot my lunch today, am feeling fat, am so not liking my hair style and my right nostril is stuffed up. I called a girlfriend to complain and she told me things can only get better. I hope she’s right. Because my life usually follows the ‘when it rains, it pours’ theme nicely. Let’s just hope the storm has already hit.