This is as close as I have to an icon of pain. Poor planning on my part.

Dear Brain and Related Blood Vessels,

I hate you.

You ruined most of Sunday by pulling an aura out of nowhere then progressing into a not-quite teeth-rattling baby migrane. What, am I supposed to thank you that it wasn't worse?

Last night's sleep was awful. I feel like I've been beaten with a stick.

And now I'm sitting at work, nursing another headache and wishing I could go home but can't because my boss is off for the holiday and I need to be here in case something happens.

Stop throbbing, damn you.

::pokes LJ::

At least the internet is amusing. And mindless. That's about my speed right now.

No love,

Me