Today's word of the day.
I was in a fairly chill mood all day, but I have this little piece in my mind, way in the back, that likes to come out and attack. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's killer. The headache is unrelated to everything, but the repetitive thoughts aren't. I'm a dog with a bone.
I'm throwing a pity party. I should have invited a clown, though.