This morning was quite an experience. I woke up with a migraine so intense that I found myself watching TV with sunglasses on. Imagine it: me in a room void of light with my messy morning afro, wearing sunshades while catching an encore of MTV’s VMAs. Believe me, it was priceless! I was hoping to catch Miley Cyrus’ highly debated performance. The critiques of this ignominious performance flooded my facebook timeline ranging from racist to soft porn. I couldn’t find this performance ANYWHERE, just pictures, which didn’t vindicate the critiques. Before I knew it I began to feel like I was in a washing machine, I kept hearing gushing sounds and feeling like my dark room was spinning. It wasn’t even noon and I had to face the fact that work was out of the picture for today. There was no way I could go in feeling like this and drive back home at night with the car lights blinding me. It’s just, honestly, this is the part that makes me so mad sometimes. I started my short work week yesterday, and today I wake up feeling like a MAC truck hit me in my sleep and reversed for fun measure. I am sore from head to toe, literally and I can’t even breathe out of my nostrils. I thought I had overcame my flare from last week and had seen the worst of it with the eye swelling. The crazy part is, I have no clue what triggered any of this. Until next time, and prayerfully with a better update and a review of the performance.