a million things

Today started out well enough. I was in a spectacular mood. I worked out; twice. I got a job offer. And I had a million things to rant and ramble about on here. But now it's around 9pm and I have a terrible migraine and I can't remember anything I wanted to say. Other than: I really, really, really want to pull my brain out of my head, wash it off, and put it back in. I think that would help things. French toast tomorrow? I think so. I'm also going to look into my tattoos, aka getting them drawn up and priced, in the next few days. There are a few places I can go. I'm not sure which I like best just yet.