Yesterday I had four migraines. FOUR. I woke up with one, which is normal enough, got another mid-morning and had to give up on learning about Fuchsias, another in the afternoon which made it impossible to do much more than play Family Farm on Facebook (and whine at people), and another in the evening, conveniently only half an hour before my usual ( Read more... )

I have nothing scheduled for tomorrow, at all, other than my normal morning routine and evening routine (which includes studying a few things for half an hour each and job hunting.) This is very unusual for me this year ( Read more... )

I can barely stand up and I have a sore throat and feel sick. Pol is making me up a flask of tea. I've asked him to wash his hands after any time he goes near me.

I haven't even congratulated him for the job offer yet. He is being unhuggy towards me just at the moment, I can't think why...