a conversation i had with my 8 day old headache this morning while i was doing the dishes... he started it...

"hey april, its been a while... "
"yeah, it has been..."
"i bet you thought you were rid of me, huh?"
"well, yah. actually i did think i was rid of you. i guess i was wrong though..."
"heh... yeah... you can't get rid of me. i'm in your genes you know. i'll be here forever... always lurking in the far recesses of your brain... no amount of advil, tylonol, exedrin or any ort of acetominaphin can get rid of me. you should know that by now..."
"well, damnit. i was under the impresion that you were caused by a slight milk allergy, you know. "
"yeah, i remember that whole vegan for three months thing. thought you could self diagnose yourself lactose intolerant, huh? i humored you for a while, but im sick of hiding out. so im back."
"that really sucks. its not anything im not used too though, old friend."

my most faithful friend, my headache.