So I’ve got this headache again tonight. It’s happened a few times the last couple weeks, and I’m starting to worry it might be my contacts prescription. Only problem is I’m afraid to talk to my optometrist about it because he looks like Bolo Yeung.
You try picking option A or B with a yellow stream trickling down your leg. I dare you.
“Do you want weekly or monthly wear lenses, Mr Oliveri?” Whatever won’t get my neck broken, Mr Yeung, Sir.
Instead I’m going to go hit the neti pot and hope it’s just my sinuses instead, maybe drop some of this knock-off Tylenol. Then I’ll get back to work on The Pack: Lie with the Dead.