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The spectre of yesterdays 'migraine' lingers, and unfortunately, it's worse at work, where more rigid demands are made on my environment and attention. At home, fairyhead very kindly (and likely to her detriment) kept the windows open all night so I could access the air and hear the rain in my sleep, which always helps me reorient myself. At work, however, it's windows that don't open, blinds drawn, the barely noticeable vibrations of computer monitors and the attendant hum of machines, and the regular flickering of flourescent lighting; all of these things exacerbate the situation, which is most easily dealt with by immersing myself in the "organic" (for lack of a better term).

I've come armed with pseudoeffedriene, pain reliever, water and Icy Hot (for the knot that always forms on one side of my neck, at the base of my skull). With any luck, I'll be able to make it through the day without leaving early again. Though it's stupid, I don't want to be seen as unreliable, or to have made the commute this morning in the rain in vain. What I want to do, though, is sit in some covered area, open to the air, and soak in the soft, damp feel of the world today.

30

I'm intensely happy that people like you are in the world, both for my own sake and the sake of everyone else. You seem to live life directly from the center of yourself outwards, with no unnecessary deflections, deceptions or diminishments. The good comes out very good, and even the bad comes out cleanly; you rebound quickly and wholly, from what I can tell, and in excellent company. I count myself lucky that you inhabit my corner of the world, even though I never take advantage of it. You give me both hope and a model to emulate.

I blame Edison

Had Tesla's technology become standard, flourescents wouldn't flicker, and I'd fit more easily into the corporate world.

Damned Edison.