Dear Headache,
you hurt. I hate you. why are here? is it going to rain? why can't you just send me a note instead that says something like, ' hey else its going to rain today.' ...nope, you have to go and be all nasty about it. Well I'll fix you... Mr. Advil is my assassin and hes coming in there to kick your ass to the next stormy weather.
Bite Me,
head
PS, if you're a migraine in incognito ..I'll kill you.