it's a pen drooling all over a nice paper.

the thing. my thing.

After ONLY two cans of mountain dew, my head started throbbing. Now, if mountain dew can do this to me (plus an unfriendly amount of junk junkies), I wonder what coffee can do to me... Like really, two cans of mountain dew? Just how pathetic is that?

I didn’t realize I was going to have another migraine attack until I saw myself doing this thing with my face. See, before my head would actually start killing me with the pain, my face would go numb. I would try moving my facial muscles (inserts kiemy’s facial exercise here), for like good ten minutes, before I’d realize I need to take my sweet Dolcet to knock me out from the pain. Last night was different though. Instead of being dysfunctional (like I always am whenever I get these headaches), my head kept writing! It was……..energizing. I actually saw the words in my head, saw myself scribbling the words on the blank pages of my sketchbook and even saw myself DRAAAAAAAAAW. It was like I had a HIGH. Except I didn’t take anything. I was literally unmoving, frozen to my spot, afraid that any movement or whatsoever, would make all the ideas disappear. That was a good thirty or so minutes—before my head remembered it was actually HURTING.

Bloody hell, where are my eye drops? (Alphagan is alright. Betoptic, on the other hand, stings. Gimme 10 minutes.)

I hate thinking I’d have these medications my whole life. 3 months and still I FORGET.. I need constant reminding, only NOBODY, not even my mom, remembers. LOL. So much for afraid of going blind.

Speaking of blindness… I didn’t get to do ANYTHING productive on my 13-hour flight. I couldn’t shake the feeling off. I’d close and rest my eyes whenever I feel weird, and then I would end up sleeping for like 30 minutes… then jerk back to wakefulness without opening my eyes, afraid I’d see only darkness. That was stressful. Like really, really stressful. I’d take the EK ride (that I hate so much) anytime!

..and the problem with me? Everyone who comes to the US do a lot of peso-dollar converting. I DON’T. I ended up with a Php 400 worth of ordinary looking sketchbook, that I’m not even certain what to do with. Since I don’t have even an ounce of an artist’s blood in me, I’m sure I would be putting good money to waste with my nonsense. It's going to be another pen-drooling episode in my very dull life.