Out of nowhere, its like Louie Anderson is breakdancing on my skull. Its not even a charming headache like if Chris Farley was Chip n Dales dancing on my skull. Now THATS a headache I can get into! No, sir, this is John Popper from Blues Traveller using my brain as a bouncy castle while doing improvisational jazz on his harmonica.
I even have a small chicken burrito from Burrito Boyz (AKA my favorite food ever) waiting to be microwaved, and I'm not even into it. Something really must be on the fritz.
I kind of just want to play one of those Solitudes CDs with my eyes closed, but as I'm not a new age flake and morally object to paying $25.99 for a CD of water sounds, so good ol'silence will have to do. Maybe I'll turn a faucet on. I wonder If used for relaxation, does turning on your faucet constitute unfair use of intellectual property? Can't be too careful I suppose. If the RIAA and the Hydro companies ever teamed up they'd be unstoppable. So many lawsuits. So frivolous. So much frivol.
I wonder what the solitudes guy (ok, the late Dan Gibson, thanks Wikipedia) would listen to when he got headaches. Slayer?
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