It was a day. Just one.

The post I was going to make before work, but didn't:

Dear Invisible Mad Scientists Living Upon and In My Head:

Folks, I hate to impede the forward march of science, but when you're done doing whatever it is you're doing, could you please remove the Phillips screwdriver from where it's lodged in my skull? Thanks.

Yours,
Adam

Yep, apparently my mantra of "I don't get migraines" was wishful thinking on my part. Better now, no thanks to my callers. Has there been a national IQ rollback that I wasn't informed of? (I regret that when that smart-ass kid thought he'd get me riled by asking me to spell "Chlamydia," I lacked the presence of mind to say, "Ask your mom. I'm sure she knows.")