well... owch.

Went to bed with the first tendrils of a headache starting to cloud my vision.
Woke up from a dead sleep with a full blown headache, and the sensation that someone lifted my right shoulder blade and stuffed a handful of gravel, broken glass, dead nettles, some old cigarette butts, and what ever else they could find on the side of the road up under there.
Spent the rest of the night drifting between effed up dreams, (containing an epic Matrix-style fight with Laurence Fishburne and needles...) and squirming around the bed trying to find the magic place that would either torque my arm off, or pop whatever was unhappy back into a happy place.
Woke up unable to turn my head to the left. Slowly streched it out so that I was humaniod again, came to work and have filled myself full of FighterSkittles and caffine.
Has dulled the gravel down to river pebbles, and has take the headache down a few steps on the Icepick meter. I can function.

But wow. Not much actual sleeping taking place last night.

*Yawn*

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I'm digging Grooveshark. (Thanks Illustrator.) I can find damn near anything I want to listen to here.

'Course, music is memories. Some music is better left in the dusty trunks of time.

And a lot of it really isn't appropriate to bellow in my cube.

...and the white line's getting longer...