Thursday, April 07, 2005

Stop the World, I want to get off

Someone has a vicegrip around my head. Either that or my brain has gotten too big for my head and it's about to bust out of there. OR maybe, just maybe, .. no. "It is not a tumah."

I have a migraine. Everything is loud. Everything is bright. My stomache is queasy. And I work in an elementary school. With kids. Loud kids. And today is the book fair.

Maybe if I sneak out after lunch, no one will notice if I don't come back. (dreaming)

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