The Killer Stress Headache from Hell
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Yeah, so the morning didn't start off right, but it did get better, for a little while anyway. If I had more faith in myself I could probably move a mountain...well, maybe not a mountain, more like a Loess Hill (it's an Iowa thing.)

So, what I was so worried about last night, getting the registration in for speech contest, was no problem! It was sooo freaking easy, but in the process of doing it all I got THE KILLER STRESS HEADACHE FROM HELL... can't you just hear that echo! I had to take out my contacts before my eyes exploded and I thought the back of my brain was going to shoot out of my skull. I took more ibuprofen than I care to remember, but it's gone... momentarily. It was gone long enough for me to hit the food party a friend put on at her house. (Which was awesome--I finally found some corn black bean salsa and a new type of chipotle sauce for beer bread!) Now, I can feel the throbbing come back, but it's a dull ache.

Being a high school teacher has it's perks somedays, other days you just want to turn your head and spit out pea soup (yeah, it's from The Great Outdoors--love that movie.) I was asked the following questions today:
1.) Did you get drunk on NYE?
2.) Did you find a man over the holidays?
3.) Why did you cut your hair, AGAIN?
4.) If a guy were giving a speech and trying to avoid public speaking anxiety by picturing people naked, could a guy get a boner if he saw a hot girl in the audience?
and the best for last...
5.) Did you get laid on NYE?

Have to go grovel to bestguyfriendfromcollege on the telephone, since I accidently deleted some short stories he sent me... oops!