Waggling my butt while I pulled my jeans up (a straight-out-of-some-jeans-ad move that always works while dressing up in front of boyfriends), I sighed and picked my bag up before heading out to the kitchen (the only location in the pit we live at that has the best light for make up). My mind was occupied with this ear problem I had been having as of late. I keep having these sudden attacks that makes me feel like my auditory perception is replaced by a vacuum while I keep hearing my voice in my head -- something resembling how one feels when they have water left in their earlobes after swimming. Worse, I also hear my breathing in my head which implements a Darth Vadery background to my daily life: