Sunday Headache

Often I get a headache on Sunday.

Too much sitting? Too much singing? The organ is kinda loud.

I should start carrying Excedrin around with me. Sorry Body; Brain keeps sending me, "I hurt, waaaah!" messages. Clearly we have an Excedrin shortage in us, but I'll do my best to manage it.

I left after Sacrament meeting to drug up. I am RARELY home alone. Like only a few times a year. It was so quiet and peaceful. I had a fudgicicle. (I think my cells needed that, too. Like the Mitochondria.)

Then, I didn't wanna go back. I wanted peace and quiet and no stress. I totally skipped out on the 2nd hour of church.

But I went back for the third.

It wasn't bad. I helped in Sagan's class. They had too much help.

Still. Home was better.

Sigh.