Ergh. *slump*

[railenthe]

I don’t know when I’ll hit the messengers and stuff today.

 

I managed to stay up through a dose of Imitrex way later than I should have…

Yura:  Rai, you idiot!
Me:  So help me Yura, I’ll sic a fricken lich on you if you get snappish with me.
Yura:  I’ll be good ._.

 

Long story short, I’ve still got that bastard migraine.  I know I should eat something but the nausea begs otherwise.  So I’m cleaning the apartment, hunting down the dark sheets, and hanging those on the wall that is almost exclusively made of window.  And at the 12-hour mark, I’m taking a second Imitrex and two aspirin on top of that.

I’d kinda like to be able to fence and write tomorrow, instead of listening to my head go “THUD PATAPATA”

 
EDIT:  5:19 PM.
 3 cream-tea mugs, 2 Imitrexes, 1 plate of popcorn shrimp, another cream tea, and a Bacchus-D later, and the hangover-phase of my migraine is go!

I'll be on but I CANNOT guarantee that anything I say will be remotely…sensical?  Whatever the opposite of "Utterly Nonsensical" is—it won't be that.