I wake up with a pounding headache. I take a pain pill and lay in bed for another thirty minutes to an hour for it to kick in. I distract myself from the baseline headache that runs all day. At night, I dread going to sleep because I know that from the time I lay down in bed to the time I fall asleep, I will be all too aware of my pulsing headache.

Today, I haven’t able to distract myself, it’s like my skull cracked open and my brain won’t stop pulsing.

First conversation of the day:
m: Brian, how hard do you have to squeeze a brain to make it kinda squeeze through your fingers?
b: Surprisingly harder than you think.
m: Jello-y?
b: No.. It’s more.. Spongy. But tensile. If you press it with a finger, it’ll give, but if you press too hard, it’ll separate.
It’s kind of like raw liver. You cook liver, you’d know.
m: But liver’s really squishy. I only cook chicken livers.
b: Oh, then it’s like beef liver.
m: Is this with or without the membranes?

[Completely unrelated, but at my first job out of college lasted three weeks. I put in my two weeks after five days. I was hired to be a chemist. And then read standard operating procedures for making solutions. All. Fucking. Day.]