Wednesday, August 30, 2006

If It's Nerves, They Can Go Die Now K Thx Bai

There's an industrial-sized wrecking ball making short work of the inside of my skull at the moment. The nerves of my entire face feel like someone just tweezed them apart bit by bit with an ice-pick, especially around my eyes. When I coughed, whichever -entire- set of receptors that went from the top of my head to the back of my neck promptly went, "BURN BABY BURN". As a result, my cranium feels heavier than a lead cannonball balanced on a toothpick.

I hate having migraines.

...On the other hand, I'm not entirely sure why having a migraine - and the first signs of it some five hours ago - prompted me to walk to the mall, shop for groceries, thumpity-thud back in a taxi caught in the biggest traffic jam I've seen in a while, sweep my room, MOP my room, prepare vegetables, and promptly proceed to spend the next hour and a half cooking dinner.

I just tried to put some wall decorations up. My head is starting to get ornery and give conscription orders.

I think it's time for bed.

OWW. Yes, I should have been in bed five hours ago. It's called Live and Don't Learn.

Owwww. OWW.

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