Of a stupid migraine. I don’t want to: hear anything, see anything, touch anything, smell anything, taste anything.
I do want to: sleep.
Life and work are not conducive to 24 hours of sleep in a day. But I’m doing my best.
What kind of Star Trek migraine-treating bullshit is this?
Are you slowing down? Seriously. Are you?
Incrementally. Mostly. Sometimes.
Do! Mostly.