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My body finally stepped in. Woke up this morning at 5am feeling not tired, but actually ill. Angry, tickling roots of a migraine tentacling out from my basal ganglia. Woof. Back to bed, after lots of liquids and ibuprofen. Thankfully, it could have been much, much worse. I regained consciousness a few times during the day, feeling woozy and rock-crusher-headed, focusing long enough to suck back more water and drugs. By the time I was feeling like a real person, it was almost 4pm, and I hadn’t called my lady friend regarding date numero deux.

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