very nice, very evil

The pose:

I bought AJ flowers every week. Whether she was in Chicago, there'd be flowers, or if she was in Tampa and I was in Chicago, in between being on the road… I would just call up a florist. I'm not saying everyday, but at least once a week. I'd never write anything on the card. 'Cause I was gonna see her in a couple days anyway. Like, what do you write? I'm not even sure we were at "I love you" yet.

I think we went out to get groceries, and I had the delivery come in. And on the card, I wrote, "Will you marry me?" We come back from getting groceries, there's the flowers, they're delivered, they just put them there. I'm probably pale... or gray... or just sweating. And we get inside, I've got these groceries, I put the groceries on the kitchen counter, and I'm just standing there [awkwardly] as she goes and gets the flowers and puts them on the counter. And then she starts putting the groceries away.

I'm like... [looking around nervously]. I'm just, like, looking at the flowers, and she turns around like, "Are you gonna help me put away the groceries?" Oh, yes, sorry. So now I'm putting the groceries away, you know? And she's not paying any mind to the flowers. Because usually there's nothing written on the card. Yeah, imagine that. Shot myself in the foot on that one.

We put the groceries away, and she's like, "Thanks for the flowers, babe." And I'm like [nodding awkwardly]. I can't describe how I was, I just had to be acting so weird. Hands in my pockets, standing really rigid, just looking at the flowers. She goes and sits on the couch and turns the TV on and she's like, "What are you doing?" And I'm just standing in the kitchen. Like a horror movie. She looks at me, and she figured something out. Enough to snatch the card and open it up.

Just starting abortive medications already improved my quality of life so much and now that my doctor started me on preventatives, I might actually be able to have more than a handful of headache-free days each month.

Migraine is frequently misdiagnosed as chronic sinusitis or tension headaches according to research. Mostly because people have a very rigid (inaccurate) idea of what it actually is.

But even if it's not migraine, you still deserve treatment for your headaches. Just because someone else has them worse than you doesn't mean you don't deserve relief.

Armand's Guide to Stopping Lestat's Stupid Great Conversion (with Daniel Molloy)

Step 1. Ask Very Nicely (Failed)

Step 2. Break Up the Band (Failed)

Step 3. Bring in the Boyfriend (Failed)

Step 4. Deploy Public Shaming (Failed)

Everything I have ever made you feel good about? I was lying. You're not a locker room leader. You are a doormat. Your face does not belong on the posters. You do drag down every single person you work with.

I still notice the constant pins and needles in my right foot and the sun burnt feeling on my back as my shirt rubs. My back pain and leg pain is screaming at me near 24/7. Too many people talk to me at once and I can't figure it out because I have auditory processing disorder. Loud noises hurt my head.