Ow ow ow.

The headache I had yesterday is no longer throbbing randomly in different places. \o/

Instead, it has drawn itself together mostly on the right side of my head. It feels sort of like I’d imagine blunt force trauma feels. Like somebody whacked me with a golf club, although not hard enough to do much damage.

Also, I seem to be rather sensitive to strong smells (oh, strawberry shampoo, usually I like you) and bright lights. Which means this is probably a migraine even though I bet I’ll make it to class, and maybe even function decently. Fortunately, Binetti seems like the kind of guy who will understand if I have to put my head on the desk for a while, especially if I pop up every now and then and say something. And while I don’t know Robinson very well, he seems pretty easygoing.

I also have pain sort of under my right cheekbone. It’s intermittent, though.

At least today I have four hours between classes. I can refill my Welbutrin, then come home and “nap” for about an hour and a half, maybe a wee bit longer considering I have class in the building next to Ruggles.

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.

ETA: Oh, thank god for aspirin+tylenol. Major pain gone. Minor ache remains, but I can deal with that. Although I don't feel very positive about the chances of things staying this way, because fluorescent lights are deeply unpleasant.

Dropped that theater course I was complaining about.

I replaced it with a linguistics course that meets at exactly the same time. Language and Gender. The recommended prereq is LINU150, which I took as as an English course last fall.

I wanted to replace it with a fiction course - like, writing fiction, not reading it. (Taught by a different dude that that creative writing class I complained about so much.) But there were no more seats left (the page that lists that info seems to be updated just once a day, so it lied to me).

In other news:
The weather this week is ridiculous. January in Boston is not supposed to feel like springtime.
I love my Vienna/Prague/Budapest class. Today Robinson showed up pictures from his trip over the summer and lectured on architecture mostly, but also some history.
I want to move to one of those three cities now. Or, failing that, take a long visit to look at all the pretty buildings. (I will not, however, drink beer, because I don’t like beer.)

Tomorrow I have to wake up very early to be at student health by 8:20. But my only class is Italian! At 10:20 I can go home! I plan to spend the afternoon writing, but chances are I’ll also take a nap.

Originally published at The Love Letter Sessions. You can comment here or there.