"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Corrupted grey matter.

Persistant headache since Monday night finally fell over the edge into full-on migraine. Woke up around 0430 to aura like I haven't seen in... ages. Sparkles and pain, staring at the ceiling for 45 minutes, until I manage to get the laptop open (forgetting it's not the albook, can't find the fucking button for the latch) to email my boss; one-finger typing, squinting, can't really see the screen because even with the brightness down the glare is murder.

Eventually I pass out for a while, wake up sometime feeling a bit better. Then it washes back in, and I'm gone again.

Pete comes home eventually and I manage to stumble to Wawa with him for some food. Do the dishes, watch Conan the Barbarian for no good reason at all. The movie, not the dishes. Dishes needed to be done.

Might be time for another MRI. For the headaches, or because I enjoyed Conan, take your pick.

July 7, 2006 3:10 AM
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MRI indeed.

Posted by: matthew at July 28, 2006 11:30 PM
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