To whomever thought that it would be fun to repeatedly bash the inside of me cranium with a sledgehammer I would kindly beg that you please stop! Thank you. [a couch, more caffiene, and advil needed.]

For my next trick, I shall lie down on the couch and pretend I am a log. Headache has subsided somewhat; that is to say that at least the pounding has gone. Now if only I could get the room to stop going spiny, spiny and my stomach to stop lurching all will be well. Silly head what were you thinking.