Ever have that feeling, like there’s a large, angry rat inside your skull and it’s trying to tear it’s way out?
You know, like it started below and behind your left ear, and it’s making it’s way toward your left eyeball?
No? Well I can’t recommend it.
I am now in day three of a a migraine that feels pretty much like that. And I’m over the part where having an excuse to take percodan mid-day is a fun novelty. I’ve over the ‘i’ll just go to bed and sleep this off’ feeling. I’m now on the to the fuck you fuck you part where I’m on a hair-trigger and get mad if you even think about looking at me funny, and where I want to take a mallet to my own head to MAKE THE GODDAMNED RAT STOP.
Which is to say I’m not particularly chipper just now.
Someone get me some more ice. And some fresh percodan.
On the other hand, I’m havin’ a great conversation with the cats from Skinny Dog about how they make jewelry with modern CAD/CAM technology. I should have a better post about them up soon.