A headache like the hot fist of an angry god -- and I'm not talkin' your more benevolent deities, either; closer to something thunk up by Robert E. Howard or H. P. Lovecraft, all crottled and cunning and vengeful.
Sure hope it's susceptible to sunshine, happy thoughts and/or modern OTC painkillers. And for the tinfoil-beanie bunch, I did get inoculated against whoopin' cough and lockjaw yesterday, so my left arm is throbbing in counterpoint.
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