Not long after I crawled out of bed this afternoon I noticed a strange visual disturbance, like peering through rippling water in the right-hand periphery of my right eye. It was quite pronounced and not at all pleasant, and got me to doing some STFW.
Apparently, that’s a common enough thing for a migraine aura. Coincidentally, I’ve had a bit of a headache all day, too — and not one induced by ethanol, as I’ve had none for a few days. Maybe I should? There’s wine upstairs, and I’m baking bread this evening so I have excuses to go up there… Hmmm…
But I just have to ask: What is up with this migraine shit? I’ve suffered the cruel joke of post-coital migraine, but coitus isn’t implicated here either. Maybe I need both wine and sex? Amethyst is upstairs, too… And would likely give me the hammer blow to the head without all of that preliminary sexual intercourse to delay her getting back to sleep because she’s got to get up in less than four hours. She can be very efficient when she puts her mind to it.
Fortunately, both ethanol and cannabis seem to be effective as prophylaxis for those post-coital hammer blow migraines. Which is cool and good to know, but also kind of sick and twisted. Not tonight, honey, I’m not high enough to have sex with you.
Oh darn. I was going to experiment right here in live blogland to see if wine would stop the headache, but I left my wine on the dining table. At least I got the bread into the oven. ‘Scuse me… Okay, now, the experiment begins. I expect failure.
In other news, the client whose servers are being attacked by that nasty botnet didn’t even call me names when I hit him with the invoice. He did, though, ask if he could pay it over the span of three months. I’d rather see it all at once so it’s easier to piss a big chunk of it away, but a few installments won’t hurt either. I might not go hog wild on the installment plan, but I will probably try to buy one of those cool OnePlus One phones if I can determine with a high degree of certainty that it’ll work way out here in the sticks where 4G might arrive some time in the next decade. If that’s a no-go I guess I’ll have to spend more to get a lesser phone that will work here. Worse things could happen.
The wine doesn’t seem to be helping. Maybe I need to follow it up with a combustible analgesic of some kind? I’ve been working more than blogging, and it’s quittin’ time, and the bread has been out just about long enough to be snarfed. Holy shit what am I doing here futzing around with the Voidpress?