Month: August 2011

Stumbling awake, with a migraine huge enough I could carry it with both hands. Stomach acid on overload. The bathroom is bright with the noontime sun blazing through the skylight above. Our newly rescued tiny kitten, who has temporarily moved into the bathroom, tries to sit between me and the toilet. I muster just enough energy to slide him away before the inevitable hangover-like situation. How the hell did it come to this?