...that's the sound my head will make when my brain finally implodes. I have had the mother, not to mention son, of all headaches. Started Saturday night and hasn't really gone away since. There were small twinges of it during the week, like when I woke up in the morning. But they'd go away as the day progressed, usually within the hour once I started my day going. However since Saturday/early Sunday morning, it's just been there. I took 4 Tylenol just to go to the Devils game that night but when I woke up Monday morning, I felt like a Mack truck drove over me and then back up cuz it missed a spot!
ugh, wasted the day because of this invalid state. err not really, but you know I'm whiney like this. I took a Tylenol earlier this evening just so the puke feeling will go away. All so I can kill it's medicinal aid with watching 7 episodes of Angel and peering into facebook for Rock Legends. I'm not sure which is more evil of the two... I did cut my fingernails, been meaning to do that for the last 2 days. I will take the small victory and relish in it. Dagnamit.
Tomorrow, I live to fight [me] another day.
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