So there I am, flipping through British Vogue at the salon, I saw something and went, hey! I have a harp at home! Hello, photo prop! Which was a good thing, because until that moment, I had no idea what I was going to shoot on Sunday. Apparently inspiration this time required a salon hair dryer and some old magazines.
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Migraine set in last night, actually on the way home from work, so that by the time I got home, I was ready to gouge my left eye out with a screwdriver. It's been a long time since I've had one. I'm better today, but the left side of my face still feels tender. In fact, this morning, I can still feel the shadow of it. The trick today is to take enough painkillers so that it doesn't flare back up and leave me in the grip of a cluster, which is the normal mode for them.
Migraines are a bitch.
As for everything else, life is good. I'm slogging at the day job right now, which is tough, but the job is fine. I'm just wishing to be anywhere else but there.
Yeah. No word count yesterday.
This is fractured enough. Think I'll get ready for work. Ciao.