1866. Thoughts on Pain and Peril

I think tonight is a fair night to end the year-to-post experiment. I might pop up years on occasion but there won’t be much of it any longer. The reason I can’t do it tonight is because it hurts to think. My head feels like it is about to explode and the pain is just rolling back and forth between the sides of my skull threatening to roll out of my ears. I don’t know what the cause is, though I expect to medicate the heck out of myself before I go to sleep.

Each typed word is a form of torture. Not just to type it but to read it as I type. I suppose everybody has bad nights but this just sucks

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