Ick

Migraine this morning.

Nausea (perhaps from too much medication for the morning) this afternoon, yet the headache looms right behind the wall created by too much Advil, Excedrin and Tylenol PM (not all at the same time, but all today).

This is one of those days where "I'm staying home because I'm sick." is really justified. I have done no work. I can't write a blog post that makes any sense. No finishing my talk or dealing with my histograms.

There are, however, alternating periods of rest and writhing in pain. But that's somehow boring to read, right? I can't even work in some sort of analogy that represents my misery in some entertaining way.

Tomorrow will certainly be better. And this is where I close with a small, pathetic whimper.