Needless to say, I'm not at the conference. My alarm went off at 6:15 this morning, after a totally not restful night of vivid nightmares (which, honestly, is not that unusual around here) and having got up twice to down a handful of antacid, and I had the worst migraine. Which was fairly confined to my right frontal head, until I woke up again at 8:30, when my whole frakkin' brain hurt. Ow. I don't think it's an aneurysm. Or West Nile. Or meningitis. So I think that 800mg of Motrin and a lot of lying in the dark will fix me right up.
I knew something was really wrong when Maggie came over and snuggled up to me in bed. She only does that when there's either a thunderstorm going on or she thinks I'm really sick.
Ow.
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Your mother let you bring Maggie?
No, dude, I'm still in NC.
Although, yeah, she does let me bring Mags when I come home. She's well behaved, and she tends to stay in her crate most of the time we're home. It helps.
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