As if my life were not stressful enough, last night I got treated to a nice and painful migraine. Ugh.
You know the kind that builds up throughout the day? The kind where the light hurts your eyeballs. The kind that makes your otherwise deaf ears as sensitive as a dogs. The kind that make you want to hurl. The kind that make you wish, even though you are terrified of death, for death, because at least then you wouldn't hurt.
Yeah, that is the kind I had last night.
I feel hungover. In a fog. Not myself. I just feel icky.