Tuesday is..

migraine day...

Figure it's a combination of weather flux and work related stress...aka..my Dad.

Someone told me a joke and all I can remember is the punch line. Don't you hate that? Falter during the set-up so badly that the punch is wasted. It's like watering down beer. Why even bother?

I'm thinking if I can pull my ears off, this headache will ease slightly. But then my glasses won't stay on unless I glue them.

Instead I'll do a mental dump... get rid of thoughts and questions like:

Is the show "My name is Earl" about Earl Jenkin?

Is John G a tightie whitie guy or a boxer dude?

Does soft tablet C.i.a.l.i.s really work like the spam guy Jose McTomm claims?

If I'm cloned one day, I hope they make me a wee bit taller. I would hate to have my cloned self struggle with getting stuff off the top shelf of my cupboards.