Okay, having read issue 1 of Marvel's new Guardians of the Galaxy, I've decided that comic books are no longer allowed to use alien invasion as the central conflict of a plot. It's been used too many times, and by this point in the history of Marvel/DC's universes I'm pretty sure that such occurrences have become completely mundane; "We're hearing reports this morning of traffic disruption on the M4 due to megalomaniacs from space shooting the motorway with a giant laser. Drivers are recommended to take a diversion in order to avoid major delays, or to sit tight and wait for a member of the Avengers to clear the disruption. And now for the weather."

Wow. I have a migraine and I found a white hair on my head. Ah, the many wonders of stress

I've HAD white hairs ol. But I gots a headache threatening to turn into a migraine.

I have had an epiphany regarding the afterlife. For a long time, I've dismissed the idea as incorrect and false, but now I have had my eyes open and the truth, or at least part of the truth, about the what happens to us when we die has been revealed to me. Christians have been both right and wrong about what happens to us when we die if we are bad people. They are right about us going to hell, but they are wrong about hell's true nature.

It is not a place of fire and brimstone, of screams and clanking chains and demonic cackling. There are no pits of burning sulfur, nor barbed whips and sharp hooks designed to rend flesh and slice it from bone. Such things may have once been used, but they have been made redundant by the perfect, sublimity of hell's refined cruelty.

Hell is a quiet place, and it echoes not with the screams of the damned. There is the sound of pens scratching on paper, of computers humming, of printers whirring into life, and the occasional cough. The air does not stink of sulfur, and instead it is carefully maintained by air conditioning and the occasional opened window. The pits of burning sulfur have been replaced by the false hope-raising respite of the water cooler (for what is hell but an unfulfillable dream of that which is better than it?), and the whips and racks and hooks have been replaced by the far more effective tools of the pen and the computer tower and the word 'synergy'.

Right now, I am trapped in hell, and it is really, really boring.

Really? I see hell as an endless line of people, demanding your attention despite there only being one of you. I see it as your bladder being full, but your replacement called in and you can't move. I see if as your whole body feeling fluish while being forced to maintain a constant smile and easy demeanor.

Hell has no more large bags, and people demand your blood. Hell is also out of quarters.

That sounds bad, but at least it doesn't have the word 'synergy'.

I have, however, now escaped the stygian pit, and I've got myself an incredibly silly review of a comic to write. This is going to be fun!

Migraine won't go away! Why. Why does stress give me migraines?! Why does school have to be stressful!

EDIT:

So....anyone now how to get rid of a migraine?

This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Apr 22 2013, 10:41 PM

I would like to know too. I'm about to puke and I have to pack.

My brother's gf broke up with him. He really liked her. My poor little guy. He won't stop crying and will only answer the phone for me.

Poor dude. Why'd she leave him?

She said he was being possessive when he asked why she didn't answer her phone the other night. Turns out she was on a date with another guy.

That's wrong on so many different levels. It's just downright cruel man. I'm sorry for your bro Liz

I know. I'm worrying about him.

On another note, the power went out in my store today for like forty five minutes. It was creepy..

Really? I'm worried to say what happened at my house, lol

Snuggles: hey mom, whatcha doing? Oh, you have a headache? Here, climbing on your head and yanking.your hair should fix that right up!"

Oh dear. I pity you

I may puke.

Not feeling too hot Liz? I'm sorry to hear that

Drink some tea. It helps sometimes.

It's the headache. Guhhh. Hungry, too. Might go eat.

That might help. You might just be hungry. Try to take it easy though friend