Irish Breakfast: Black coffee, 2 Motrin IB's

"Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world’s waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I’m happy just because
I found out I am really no one"

Let me take a shot at explaining how I'm feeling right now. First, we must pretend my right eye is the front door to the empire of my mind. Somehow, someway, a rogue battalion of Old Norse Icelandic vikings are locked inside my mind. I don't know how they got in there, but they're in there all right. And they are jabbing their swords with scabbards, shooting steel spears, giant rocks and stones from wooden catapults into the back of my eye fighting to get out of my mind. Does that give you an idea of how my head feels right now? Maybe it's a migraine? Ouch!