Feb 26, 2003 10:43
The snow was quietly flurrying, Sigur Ros was softly wailing, and I fell asleep at a stoplight.
I probably could have stayed home today. Last night, I had the first full-on, knock-down, drag-out migraine in quite some time (every prodrome and/or manifestation of aura short of the metallic tang in my mouth, including such fan favorites as reoccurring scintillating scotoma, general loss of speech capacity, pounding headache, nausea, et cetera). I slept all of two hours before the throbbing in my skull awoke me. Pretty much spent the rest of the night tossing and turning. This morning, I am completely out of it, extremely tired and even more unfocused. It does not help that I probably have a little bit of a cold - every time I sneeze or couch cough it feels like an icepick is being rammed into my left temple.
Yet strangely I still felt the need to masturbate in the shower this morning.
migraines,
illness,
the memory of sleep,
weather