Hippo

Want to know what one of my old ladies said to me this weekend?

"It must be hard for you."
"What? What must be hard?"
"Living."
"Haha, what do you mean?"
"Because you're like a fairy, you're kind and you always think of other people more than yourself, so it must be tiring always being bright and happy even though you might not feel that way at the time."

Probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. This happiness could have lasted over a week, but I ruined it. This morning I woke up with a massive headache, so I figured I would take a Vicodin for faster and more complete relief. Turns out I forgot that I took the Vicodin and I proceeded to drink caffeine (bad) without consuming food (worse). When I arrived at work I wanted to vomit. I spent half an hour drooling over a toilet (you know that uncontrollable drool before you puke?). I guess if you look at it from a different perspective the day wasn't completely horrendous as I got paid for drooling over a toilet. Anyway, I feel like a rotting piece of walrus flesh that was abandoned by seagulls. It got better after I ate a salad. Maybe that was the problem.