Memo to: Barometric Pressure
I have a beef with you. You know you give me a headache when, all Three Faces of Eve-esque, you make a quick-ass change and bring the rain.
Why do you do it? What makes you so cruel?
I had plans for Monkey Yoga this evening, and the thought to contorting while the sinuses in my head rage against your pressure made me nauseous.
I hope you're happy.
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