Oh Tracktown, how I love thee. So I'm guessing my migraines are a mixture of a need for vasodilation and -constriction both, as I woke up this morning and felt the overwhelming need for garlic at 741 am. Don't ask.
After shoveling a spoonful of minced garlic into my mouth, I went back to bed for 4 more hours. Cereal, life, etc, blah blah blah. I got a gnarly craving for garlic breadsticks and a late lunch about 330 and Joel and I finally shoved off and arrived at Tracktown Pizza about 5pm. Garlic on my cheese pizza. Yum.
Rocked out to some Sir-Mix-A-Lot and Smashing Pumpkins.
I smell thoroughly garlicktastic.
:D
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