I have a headache.

It could be from the Riders' loss last night.

Could be from a winter bug.

Could be from a paper I have to write that's worth 40% of my mark.

Lack of water?

Maybe, though, it's due to the never-ending ways that I contribute, in my daily life, to some sort of desolation or poverty-reinforcing or pollution-enhancing product. I've been considering going on a permanent diet of French Fries, since McDonald's takes the land of poorer companies, forcing farmers to go urban, causing urban communities worse conditions (crowded, etc) with no jobs, and I support that corporation through eating their product.

I'm sick of plastic bags. "No, I don't need a bag." I say, but I forgot those reusable ones at home, so I stuff things in my purse and struggle to open doors. It's worth it.

I've stopped using water bottles, and have prohibited Daniel from buying them.

Coffee bean prices have dropped in Ethiopia, causing the people who gather these beans to suffer, not able to take care of their families, to send their kids to school. I stopped drinking coffee a while ago, before I knew about this, but if I did drink coffee, I'd switch to fair-trade. Just a 1% increase in the profit for the coffee bean collectors would drastically change their living conditions for the better.

Stone-wash jeans, produced in Turkey, have caused silicosis in the lungs of the workers, from inhaling dust and sand. It's incurable, and fatal.

Traveling to Hawaii causes the native people there low-paying jobs and sky-rocketing house prices, causing the native Hawaiians to move from their land, which has been taken over by the rich who call it their own.

The second I start to act differently toward something, for a cause, there's another one. We've got to take down these corporations, these globalization issues. How? I know trading is great and all, so we can eat bananas and stuff, but maybe we'd be better off not trading, and surviving on whatever the country has got. These issues never end.

Maybe the easiest way to deal with it, to ease my throbbing conscious, is to move to an impoverished land and be the one who is taken advantage of, rather than the one participating in the advantaging.