Entering Day Three of the Headache. Also known as: who stuck this ice pick in my right eye? And: when will this thing stop hurting?

Could be worse. I remember it being worse than this. But this morning, right this second, I weep for the sleep that has eluded me all night. And for the searing pain behind my eye. And for the raw-ish stuffy sinuses.

This too shall pass. I'll post something witty and humorous later. Right now I've got a date with a pillow. And a blankie.