The last few mornings, this is how I’ve been starting my days.
Allergies, heartburn and depression, lately in that order, will do that to you.
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small…
Seven pills, though, make me medium, somewhere in between a large-ass headache and a small one and keeps my stomach on an even keel. At least, that’s the hope.
I’d say more, but I think “the hookah smoking caterpillar has given” me “the call.” Off to follow the white rabbit and still try to keep my head– although at this moment, I wouldn’t mind unscrewing it for a bit and coming back for it later.