After dinner last night, we set out to find some dessert because we were all starving after our tiny serving of pizza at California Pizza Kitchen. Colin spotted a candy store and we merrily filled up our bags with all sorts of treats. $15 later (yes, $15 for candy and two drinks) we set off for The Wrestler.
When my gummy bears didn't hit the spot, I started munching on Sid's dark chocolate covered almonds. 12 hours later, I awoke with - you guessed it - a migraine. The kind that paralyzes you in bed, makes you want to barf, and even Advil can't cure.
Stupid chocolate.
2 comments:
Hey, don't talk about chocolate like that.
i get the same way. i sometimes get that headache just by walking by a chocolate candy shop or a coffee shop. i have to hold my nose when walking by.
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