I took half the day off from work today in an effort to sleep the rest of this stupid migraine off. Urgh. It didn’t work. As I type this, my eyeballs hurt. Tomorrow’s plan — dope up on ibuprofen and Diet Vanilla Pepsi all day in the desperate hope of getting something done.
It’s frustrating because not only is the cartooning suffering (that’s the part you’re probably most interested in) but I’m not getting enough done at Novell, either (that’s the part that puts actual food on an actual table in my actual house).
Sandra woke me up from one of my naps (there were two or three… I forget) and I stared at her for ten or fifteen seconds unable to remember who she was. I mean, I knew she was important to me, but I wasn’t sure what the relationship was. Daughter? Sister? No, no… that can’t be right. OH YEAH. WIFE. MARRIED FOR 10 YEARS.
It’s NOT a tumor.