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Yay! It's a good beginning. I just got a call by everyone's favourite call centre weirdo here: the club guy. Usually, he babbles at high speed incomprehensibly, with mention that he is not a homosexual, and that he wants you to call a particular phone number right away. Then he hangs up on you. It's over so quickly, that most people don't know what hit them. As of today, he's called me four times. This time, it started off the same way as usual, but for the first time, I decided to talk to him. "Hi, Club Guy!" I said. "How are you doin'?"
This stepped him up into high gear, and he began screaming like a death metal vocalist.
He really ought to move to Norway and start up a band with Burzum.
So that was the "good" news.
The bad news is I think my migraine is returning, albeit in a diminished capacity. I suspect this one is triggered hormonally, as it seems to coincide with my monthlies. Hoorah. My vision is wonky, and I'm once again floating around in a dreamlike state. I suppose I'd better take an Advil to see if I can achieve equilibrium. And I ought not to look down. Every time I look down at my fingers, I see a massive garden of blind spots and speckles. Not good.
This stepped him up into high gear, and he began screaming like a death metal vocalist.
He really ought to move to Norway and start up a band with Burzum.
So that was the "good" news.
The bad news is I think my migraine is returning, albeit in a diminished capacity. I suspect this one is triggered hormonally, as it seems to coincide with my monthlies. Hoorah. My vision is wonky, and I'm once again floating around in a dreamlike state. I suppose I'd better take an Advil to see if I can achieve equilibrium. And I ought not to look down. Every time I look down at my fingers, I see a massive garden of blind spots and speckles. Not good.
