This is my first obligation-free weekend in ages and I was going to spend it purely for my own benefit. I was going to clean the Hellhole and write a lot. Because there is something to write about. For example the chance encounters with people I haven't seen for a long time. Or my problems with money. Or even about the fact that I'm actually at the crossroads right now and should really decide what I want to do with my life and how that decision would show if I am the person I consider myself to be.

None of it is going to happen, though. Because I'm fighting with the headache of a lifetime and lack the power of rational thought right now. So instead of writing I'm going to quietly lay on my couch and dream of a guillotine snapping the headache away in an instant.

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