In all of the crazy rushing of yesterday (read: walking from W4 Street and 6th Avenue to the 1st Avenue L station at E14th Street, approximately twenty seven blocks, oh my god), I managed to somehow acquire a migraine. It is mighty and nauseating and sort of feels like my sinuses are about to hit the red button and go nuclear, though god knows we don't need the winter that'd bring on, seeing as it's negative fifty bazillion degrees out with the wind chill.
Someone come whisk me away, New York is not cutting it.
To while away the hours until I can actually, like, move in any upward direction, I am going to listen to
the_oscar_cat's soothing pod fics, attempt to answer comments, and pretend I am at a gloriously opulent resort in Bali, catching indirect rays and lounging next to an empty pool as a young man - who is conveniently gorgeous and funny - brings me a constant supply of Excedrin, lemonade, and sexy.

Who will join me!
Someone come whisk me away, New York is not cutting it.
To while away the hours until I can actually, like, move in any upward direction, I am going to listen to
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Who will join me!