You know those days when nothing goes right, where bad thing after bad thing happens until you feel like you're dying the death of a thousand cuts?

Today wasn't like that at all, but it was worse anyhow.

You know, (and you do know, if you've been reading this weblog for a while) I could go on and on on almost any topic, the more personal, the more verbose, but this one's going to be short, because there's just no way I could convey it.

The day started great. I got to have brunch at Hobee's with Liz, Josh, Ammy, Rick, and Emily, down in Fremont. I got back from brunch around 1:00, and it started as feeling sleepy with a gentle throbbing...

Twenty minutes later I was almost staggering in pain. Pop a few Advil, drink a liter of water and another liter of juice, and try to rest. (my headaches tend to be caused by dehydration). I try to lie down but I can't get comfortable. The pillow under my head feels like it's constricting bloodflow to my brain. Resting on my hands only makes it worse, no matter where I put them.

I'm trying to get comfortable, while the headache gets worse, in spite of the Advil.

Then the drumming starts.

Now those of you who haven't been to my home probably think I'm speaking figuratively, drumming in my head, and all that.

Not quite.

Street vendors on Telegraph Ave, just outside my window and a few stories down, selling bongo drums, starting a drum circle showing how loud they can get between two tall buildings.

I break out the earplugs.

They let me hear the rushing in my head, and they ease the drumming, but not a lot.

I try to sleep, waking up a few hours later feeling ickier than before.

The drumming continues...

More advil, more water, I try to drown out the drums with music of my own but, while this sometimes works when it's just the drums that bother me, trying it with the headache is like trying to smother a fire with gasoline.

I went down to talk with them, very understanding, willing to compromise, using only half the drums they were using before.

Hah.

Anyhow, now they're gone, which means I can actually start to think coherently again, and can write a simple account, but I have a paper that I tried to write today (take-home quiz) that I haven't got a hope of doing well. Headache's still here, being fought to a standstill by the aforementioned ibuprofen. Who even knows if it'll be gone tomorrow. I'm not sure if this one was triggered by sunlight, dehydration, or something else...

ouchouchouchouch.

Ever see Pi? It's like that bit at the end.