while your boyfriend tazes you into wakefulness.
That's my snooze alarm.
Then Tim pops you under the drill press to trepan your nostrils
He won't drill a hole in my skull no matter how many times I ask. Not even a tiny one. Enthusiastic consent right here, baby, but no trepanning. Bah. (Also, he actually got rid of the drill press. I think it was so he would have a plausible excuse for not drilling a hole in my head. But I know there are other drills in the attic. And garage. And probably the basement.)
He won't drill a hole in my skull no matter how many times I ask. Not even a tiny one.
And yet he says he loves you.
And yet he says he loves you.
That is -- verbatim -- what I say to him when he refuses to drill just a tiny hole to let out the sinus demons.
(Actually, I have a hilariously low pain threshold.)
(I mean, I still ask Tim to drill a hole in my skull to let the sinus demons out, but I am a pansy when it comes to pain.)
(I'm aware of the amusing irony of me saying that.)
{{Laura}} and {{Maria}} I'm glad no one is hurt, but it still sucks.
He won't drill a hole in my skull no matter how many times I ask. Not even a tiny one
I would love a tiny hole on each side of my face right now. My sinuses are throbbing. Speaking of which, how do I know when it has turned into sinus infection and I should go see the doc?
ChiKat, I usually know I have an infection when I blow my nose and the snot is in technicolor. Also, if I have a nasty metallic taste in my mouth.
I seriously want to punch someone in the face today. (Someone specific, who I asked to back off from something, and refuses to do so.)
I want to not have an awful headache, even though I didn't drink last night, and the barometric pressure is no longer crazy-high like it has been. Ow. Waiting for some painkiller to kick in, but I also realized I have no breakfasty foods. Or cream for my coffee. Eating a banana of my roommate's while I contemplate whether it will be enough to make me not need to go to the grocery store. I should be doing work. But am so not.
Everyone's life is better than mine. But I suppose I don't have a headache.
Hec and Steph made me laugh.
Oh wow, happy birthday Ryan!