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[railenthe]

Crippling migraine.  Food disagrees with me and I swear I smell burnt pepper steak (at least it isn't burnt toast.  That equals stroke).  I'm out of my migraine medicine; and worse yet, after the unpleasant surprise of a 50% (?!) rent increase, I'm out of money again. 
Oh, listen!  It's Tosca in the background again.

 

I get paid in two days, luckily, but things are looking dicey for the concerts.

 

In a blind rummage session, I stumbled on a bottle of off-brand Excedrin, an OTC migraine medication.  Its label puts it a few months past expiration, but I'm in enough pain that I'm going cross-eyed here.  Combine that with a TMJ flare-up and the fact that the water is out—again—and you have the markings of a very bad day. 

 

I took three of the overripe Excedrin and two herbal nerve tonic pills (because that is a LOT of caffeine), downed with the only beverage I have access to without running water—plain seltzer.  … the taste of plain seltzer has started to grow on me.

 

I do so dislike migraines.  On a bad day I'm just crippled.  On a good day I twitch like a Parkinsons' patient.  Right now, I'm waiting for the meds to kick in.  Typing on the phone is interesting right now—between the twitch in my left hand and the weird psychedelic Technicolor fog I see thanks to the aura, it's an incredibly weird thing.  (I might Photoshop an example one day.)

 

There is a blue cooler pack in my freezer.  It's spent most of the day tied to my head.  Once it freezes again, it goes right back on.

 

If my head clears enough to sit up, I might do some writing.  For some reaction, when my head is borderline asplode, I get ideas.

 

Big if, though.  I'm starting to think Noah snuck in last night and whaled on me with his hammer.

 

I'm sending some bats after that boy...

 

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