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Have you ever had one of those days where you'd rather shove your head in a sausage grinder than suffer another minute of vomit inducing migraine pain? If I keep getting these headaches I'm probably going to end up like my grandmother one day, going full speed in twenty directions with no destination. I only hope I end up at Mord Haus getting the boot, hard style, instead of diving under cars with the conviction that the U.S. government's after my aluminum foil covered love letters. Outty.