I had a headache for most of yesterday, and today isn't much better. I can't remember a semester ever beginning this badly, and that includes junior high school. This makes me feel quite sorry for the dean.
The book that I guarentee #3 and #4 will tell me to read still hasn't come out in paperback. The cheapest I can find it is $45 on Amazon. I've checked it out of the library twice, and it gets recalled from me right away. This probably isn't helping my headache any.
One of my favorite bloggers suffers from migraines. He's learned how to handle them over the years, and manages to write about them in a way that conveys the experience without sounding as though he's whining. (He probably doesn't mind a little sympathy, though!) At least I know the cause of my misery and can take some pain-killers for it.
Lesse here... St. Dymphna is patron saint of headaches and insanity. Yup, sounds about right.
Words Written: one hundred and six
Lessons Graded: the first big stack must be started tonight.