I have a migraine. It started around 9:30 a.m. It's now 8:45 p.m. I've taken three different pain remedies...I threw-up one...so I guess I've only taken two. Why blog if I'm feeling so crappy? I'm at the second job until 11 p.m. I need to do something to take my mind off myself. The probablity of actual work surfacing is slim to none. Perhaps if I'm lucky one thing will come in that will take all of five minutes to complete. I have a lot of time to sit and feel sorry for myself. I thought I'd feel better if I shared my misery with the keyboard. So far, I don't.

If I were at home, right about now I would be snuggled-up with my two-year-old reading books. Our current selections are Alpha Bugs, Ladybug on the Move, Elmer (stuffed Elmer must sit on lap for this one), Wide Mouthed Frog, and Tails. The order changes, but the titles have been the same for more than a month. Skipping a story is taboo. In fact, don't even think about sneaking past a few pages. Some times she "reads" to me. I think tonight I would have asked her to read to me.

9:10 p.m. Still have a migraine but it seems to be letting up. Vomiting isn't always a bad thing. I think the latest purge may have done the trick. I'm beginning to suspect the steak and cheese Cruncheros I had for dinner last night and lunch today. They've surfaced in every purge.