I got up with my pillow this morning and left my head in bed. I know how Mr. Bag-of-Potato-Head must feel all the time. But then he must be used to it by now.
I wake up in the morning and my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton.
It feels like a charged cloud bank unable to throw off a bolt of lightning.
Mice are scratching at my eardrums trying to get to the green cheese inside.
This morning my head feels like a sandbag waiting for the flood.