I had a migraine last night. Got home, in utter misery, fed the dog, and went to bed.
BTW, Finn is a much better nurse when treating a migraine, than he is at food poisoning. Today, he curled up on the pillow with me, and occasionally licked my forehead. He was quiet, no demands to go outside, or play, and he was even considerate enough to poop on the balcony.
I woke up many hours later, feeling vaguely human again. And then I checked the news.
Fuck you, Cancer. RIP MCA. As soon as I can handle noise again,Paul’s Boutique will be playing at maximum volume.