Migraine, migraine go away

'Nuff said. Rumple-fucking-stiltzskin is in the back of my skull doing a little jig while he ties my optic nerve into knots that a Boy Scout would envy. A dark room is too bright. I'm like Corey Hart, wearing my sunglasses at night. Not because I'm that cool, or because my future's so bright or anything, but out of sheer necessity.