Birdhouse in your soul, dyspepsia in my psyche.

Chris is back from Japan, my mom is in town, and I left work early today with a raging headache of paranoia; I clonked my head but good twice on Saturday night and I think I experienced a mild concussion. I feel the horrible kind of PMS teary except that I don't have PMS. In a little while I'm going to try to nap it off.

In brighter developments, my mom made me a scarf for Christmas. I am insanely excited about this thing. It's black! And pink! And fuzzy! Maybe I can get her to crochet me a wedding dress too.