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I'm going to work.  I think I'll ask if there's any chance I can be let out early, but I'm going to make the effort.  No lifting, and I have my alarm clock in my pocket to remind me to take my meds.  (Yeah, I'm so lame I don't have a wristwatch with an alarm.  Wristwatches die on me.)  I feel as though I've done nothing but sleep for the past two days, but that's patently not true as I've written out about 20 holiday cards and read quite a bit.  I did sleep 10 hours last night, with scheduled wake-ups for meds, so I should be well rested, but it still hurts to smile and I have a permanent headache. 

We'll see how it goes.

that didn't last long

I came home from work at 2pm.  Headache.  This is supposed to be the day of most pain - I damn sure hope it feels a lot better tomorrow. 

yet another hogswatch icon

The sketch is by twirlynoodle, and the crappy adaptation to icon is all my fault. 

My roses are melting.  *le sigh*

I'm trying to read "Let's All Kill Constance" by Ray Bradbury, and finding it very forced. And it's leading me into the temptation to write all in nonsequiters. I should probably go back to finishing up Jules Vern's "To the Moon and Around the Moon." (Okay, I know I haven't got that title quite right. But it's close.)