“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live”

Well, I'm happy to report that my 6 day headache seems to have abated. I can spend my evenings actually doing normal things again, and not lying for hours in a darkened room as soon as I get home from work. 'Normal things' for me isn't that much more active than lying in a darkened room, but it's a start!

Strangely, the only time I got real relief from the pounding pain was during an impomptu pub crawl on Sunday evening... perhaps my body is trying to tell me something? Maybe I am meant to live a Bukowski-esque lifestyle - downing beers, fighting with people, flitting from one mundane job to the next.. doesn't sound too awful really! Of course the difference between Bukowski & a park bench tramp is astounding writing talent, I don't think I would be able to master that distinction myself.