Because my head is going to asplode if I don’t do something.

It hurts. Ow ow ow ow.

Even my purple sock cap, which is something of a wubby, isn’t helping.

So I’m making chicken pot pie and am going to watch TV and whine. The two go together so well.

And I had plans for this evening. Burgeoning blogplans! There was to be poemicizing and polemicizing and mooning over my newly thawed but still uneaten tiramisu.

But that will have to wait until I no longer feel like sawing my own head off with dental floss. Cinnamon!