So I got a cluster headache over the course of the weekend.
I finally got rid of it yesterday after I took a pain pill, and had a nap. (Zen fired ze missiles!)
I had a terrible dream last night where my mom and dad were central characters, and they both were basically telling me that I sucked as a human being, and they liked me the least out of any of their kids.
So far, it's been a rough week, is my point.
We have friends coming to town this weekend to stay with us, though, so that's definitely something to look forward to. I'm trying to focus on that, dammit!
I'm sure my parents didn't hate me. I just hate that my brain is trying to convince me that they did...