boy, don't hurt your brain

this is recycled too

well it's that time of day where i tell you just how close my head is to exploding. i couldn't face up to the reality of working a whole day today because it still feels like my skull is being forced out of the front of my face but a new one isn't there to take it's place #POETRY. so i've led in bed, in the pitch black, which still isn't enough, and thought about everything in my life because that's what you end up doing when you're almost certain that you're dying.

lights are blinding my eyes

i just need cheering up 

look, listen, i know you've seen this picture before and i'm sorry about that: i bet you love to see a new poorly edited picture of my ugly mug next to these words every day. but, truth be told, the ever developing headache i've been nursing for the best part of two weeks has managed to become a full blown migraine and so just about everything is painful. i still wanted to blog something though. frankly i'm not really fucking sure what it'll be yet but i can tell you one thing - it won't be good. 

i've given up just looking into windows

an indication it'll be a poor post 

it's happened again. i've made my lime squash that smidgen too strong and it's giving me a right bastard of a headache. i'm also hoping that by writing about the immediate things that are happening, it'll instil some kind of inspiration to write a wonderful blog post but after opening up to you guys far too much over the past few days, i'm running on empty: emotionally, physically and economically. maybe another post of lists because that was easy to do and well received last time, right? RIGHT. screw you guys, i'm going home.