On the brighter side, I haven’t had a headache in a long time. On the darker side, there’s Darth Vader.
I am attempting to write my blog post while on a break at work, so that I merely have to type it in later, when I will be pressed for time if not brain power. I am a little pressed for brain power now, in case you hadn’t noticed. Unable to come up with anything of substance, I fall back on trying to be funny.
I’ve always tried to be funny. It’s fun, it sometimes gets you friends, and it can cover up a load of insecurities. Of course there are those times when the humor falls flat or you get accused of trying too hard or being inappropriate. Nobody’s perfect.
My headache is getting worse.
That is when I stopped writing and went back to work. I felt fairly bad-ass for powering through a migraine. At least, I felt that I was bad-ass, which is not quite the same thing. What I actually felt like was Westley in The Princess Bride after Count Ruger has sucked five years of his life out of him on that torture machine (I’m just going to assume we’ve all seen that movie numerous times and and quote all the best lines).
Full disclosure: I am in fact NOT pressed for time right now as was earlier predicted, because I called the director of the play I am stage managing (Lunch Hour at Ilion Little Theatre) and told her I was ill. So it is a stage manager’s sick day as well as a blogger’s sick day.
It ought to be Non-Sequitur Thursday. Unfortunately, except for that lame Darth Vader joke in the first paragraph, I’m afraid I’m kind of… sequential. Not consequential, mind you. However, as a consequence of my migraine, I’m going to go sit on the couch and relax. Hope to see you on Lame Post Friday. Have fun storming the castle!