The Well of Cromulence.

The Healing Power of Baklava

I was laying in bed an hour ago, thinking “UGH FINE, migraine, you win, I guess I didn’t really want to do anything tonight and I don’t care about college football but WHAT IF I DID” when I heard a great commotion downstairs.

From the noises Dave was making, I could tell it was dessert. GOOD dessert. I texted him and he yelled back “Holy shit, the neighbors brought us baklava.”

BAKLAVA.

I’m not going to pretend that it completely cured me, but it was enough motivation to get out of bed, go downstairs, hammer down three pieces of baklava, set up coffee and lunch for tomorrow, and brush my teeth before going back to bed.

I may be achy, but at least I have the satisfaction of having unfucked tomorrow morning AND eating a lot of baklava.