Small Print

Typically, I don't read the small print.

I sign contracts without so much as a peek at the part where it tells me all the many thousands of reasons why they will sue me if I screw up, and how every one of my possessions and all my hard-earned dollars will likely end up theirs.

For what will it profit a woman if she gains all the knowledge to be found in the small print, but loses her sanity?

In the middle of the night last night, I was presented with the contract from hell. I tried to poo-poo it, tried to ignore the tiny type, but I was prevailed upon by powers much stronger than I.

Throughout the night, entire paragraphs and then pages of small print grew just large enough so that I could read their threatening diatribe and be adequately terrorized. Then, as each section of small print magnified itself until it became the large print, it was replaced by unending and rapidly reproducing quantities of new, but not improved, small print.

Last night, I read the small print of my life for hours upon hours until, with the morning light, the migraine finally abated.

Posted by Katy on 10/13/03 at 11:55 AM

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Hope you're feeling better now! Jim had one last week, too, and it was a killer. I can only imagine the pain....
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Posted by Bridget on 10/13/03 at 05:49 PM
It's the first one I've had in 2 1/2 months! MigraHealth really works! So much so that it really surprised me and freaked me out that I got one. Poor Jim, he is such a nice boy...
Posted by katy on 10/13/03 at 06:16 PM
oh, katy...the thought of looking at all the small print of my life up close and magnified gives me a headache...not one so bad as those monsters you get though...hope you're feeling better.
Posted by lisa on 10/14/03 at 11:36 PM
Lisa, the small print syndrome was freaky. Scott once described a migraine in writing. His involved every fiber of his blanket being examined microscopically by his poor, ailing brain, and envisioning the process over and over by which the blanket had been constructed, all the way back to when the sheep was shorn. What he wrote scared the socks off me, it was so accurately migraine. Lots of o/c type stuff in the throes of it.
Posted by katy on 10/15/03 at 07:06 AM

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