13,506 Days Alive
1 Massive Migraine
I’m feeling like my brain is caught in a vise. I can’t quite get comfortable and everything hurts just a little… or a lot.
I’m having trouble keeping water down. Despite taking a nap after feeding Spock, I’m ready for bed now.
It’s the Solstice. The shortest night. The days slowly get shorter and the nights longer from here on out.
I’m so stressed. I’m so tired.
I’m so nauseous.
DW called me this evening. He’s got plans to basically take over the world and I couldn’t be prouder of him for it.
I give up. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 