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    T. and I went to bed last night at around 9 p.m. We were both dead tired and just crashed. I read a bit of my Non-Designers Design Book which is proving to be interesting and eye-opening. Somewhere around midnight I woke up disoriented, thinking that it was time to get up. A long, hard examination of my clock proved that it was still sleepy time.

    This morning, I woke up with a headache. I hate it when that happens. I get headaches quite frequently and they've always been a part of my life. I get one or two serious headaches, even migraines, per month. Whee. I had planned to get up early and write some cover letters and send them out. But I just didn't make it.

    The day was beautiful today. Blue skies. Soothing sun. If I didn't have my headache it would have been perfect. One of the dogs on my route is a real yappy mutt and I thought I was going to have to just walk away. Every yap was a hammer on my skull.

    I had all my gym gear in the car, ready to head over there as soon as I was done but I was starting to get that squinty-eye thing where the pressure hurts so much that one of my eyes wants to close involuntarily. It's adorable, it really is.

    When I got home I started on the cure. First, food. A yummy ham sandwich on bagel with a big glass of milk. Tasty but no dice. Coffee. Chocolate Macadamia Nut with a spoon and a half of sugar and a dash of milk. Mmmmmm. Yummy but still pounding. Took two Aleve and headed for bed with a cold washcloth. Tried to sleep but wouldn't you know it the freaks upstairs are doing the polka. I kept drifting off only to be awakened by tubas. I had a dream that I went upstairs and grabbed the old lady by the lapels of her grey cardigan and shouted, "For the love of God, old woman, kill the tubas!"

    Unfortunately, it was just a dream so the polka polkaed on.

    When I finally couldn't stand it anymore I got out of bed and... the headache was gone. This has never happened to me before. Usually, once I get a real killer headache it's with me until I drop into bed for the night, exhausted from the pain. Maybe it was the Aleve. Maybe it was just the little bit of sleep that I got.

    Maybe it was the polka.