I have a migrane. It's not fun.
I wish the weather would make up its mind; this vacillating between spring and frigid winter is hurting my brain.
I've said it once before, and I'll say it again; bah.
That's right.
Bah.
I wish the weather would make up its mind; this vacillating between spring and frigid winter is hurting my brain.
I've said it once before, and I'll say it again; bah.
That's right.
Bah.