on being a fragile being

i had this crazy headache over the weekend. perhaps the craziest. when i was in a high school theatre group, i'd get this migraine. probably because the auditorium would be always cold, filed with smell of fresh paint. probably because i would stay there until ten or eleven everyday under bright lights, and echoed voices. i would not really mind that though -- after all i was restless and well dazed. i was a sick little kid when i was even younger. i blame, but i promise you i didnt tell anybody, that my older brothers took away all the good genes. i remember this one particular saturday in ninety six when three of us were cooking kimchi ramen. my parents had to work nonstop, beyond my imagination. and my nose started to bleed and i ended up using a whole roll of toilet paper. it never stopped, i dont remember.

i left for awhile, to read a pro-abortionist take on planned parenthood chaos, and i dont know if it's my sleeping aid or what, but deja vu struck hard.