Whining about the state of his head, just for a change.

[hirez]

Thursday night was a bit a departure, since that would be the first time I've managed to have a migraine while asleep, modulo waking up just enough to realise that something wasn't right at zero-dark o'clock.

I knew I'd had a migraine when I coughed on Friday AM and it felt like my brain was sloshing back and forth in a soup of molten lead.

Since then I've had A Headache, which has been, well, a headache, and tiresomely wonky brain chemistry:

Friday - om nom carbs now bastard hands off that caek it is mine, hello good evening and welcome to Captain Paranoia.
Saturday - hello you seem to be talking at me why is that? No that black shape is nothing to worry about it is Captain Paranoia. Is he your friend, too?
Sunday - is everything shit or is it just me? Nope, just me. Jolly good.
Monday - trousers? What are..? Oh, those. I'm sure I had some when I left the house.

Bob Mould's latest recording is really very fine, though. Says the bloke who was listening to 'Eight miles high' at volume = Jayzus! on Friday.
People who rather liked Copper Blue and/or Nova Mob will be in familiar territory.