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| Monday, June 30, 2008 |
| Shiny happy mondays. |
 Truthfully, there is nothing shiny or happy about today. Not that it's bad, just not shiny and happy. Plus, now that I think about it, I hate REM and that song.
I'm beat from this weekend.
Comfest was a bit of a bust for me. And not the painted kind, as above. I did see some painted boobies. A few unpainted ones, also. One chick had some tiny painted boobs but had nipples that looked like the cap off a coke bottle. It was a bit grotesque.
So I go down there around 3:30sh and walk around a bit. My volunteering for the Democrats wasn't until 5 and my beer selling wasn't until 7, so I had sometime. I had woken up that day with a bit of a headache that had migraine written on it. I chugged a bunch of aspirin and it seemed to work. So I thought.
So I walk around, checking out the sights. Freaks, hippies, boobies, flaming gays, subtle gays, butch lesbians, lipstick lesbians, etc., etc. The usual freak show it always is.
I do my volunteer bit with the Dems, passing out crap. By 6, my head is pounding. It's pouring rain, cold and miserable. So I decide to head home. I have a two mile walk to my car. I'm not sure how far it actually was, but it seemed far. And it was pouring rain, the whole time. I was soaked completely. From my feet to my balls, if I can be so blunt.
Needless to say, none of this helped my head. Driving home was a mix of pounding pain and waves of nausea.
I finally made it home, stumbled upstairs, stripped off my wet clothes and ran in the bathroom. I puked like four times. There is little worse than retching with a migraine. The pain is indescribable. I was quite a sight. Sprawled on the bathroom floor, naked, holding my head and then occasionally sitting up to vomit.
After a while, I felt good enough to get into bed. The headache was mostly gone by 11pm or so. But it was so bad, I could still feel where it had hurt. It was like a ghost pain.
And Sunday, I had like a migraine hangover. I hadn't a thing to drink, but I felt hungover. My body was sore from retching and my head was still a bit achy.
I know, I'm a whiny biatch.
Pretty fucking exciting weekend, eh?
Today I had to work and of course, it was rainy and cold. No headache, though. Thankfully.
The pictures aren't mine and I don't believe they are from Comfest. But they show the highlights of what I actually got to see at the fest.
Yee haw.
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posted by dusio @ 6/30/2008 05:03:00 PM   |
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