(Read at your own risk.)
I can’t sleep. As of this moment.
I can’t sleep because I had pots and pots of tea.
I had pots and pots of tea because I had one of my headaches.
Every so often I get one of my creepy phantom-like headaches. They are not real pain-shrieking headaches, I rarely get those.
My kind of headache creeps on me, out of blue, and it lingers – like a bad dream. I can still function but the headache sticks to me like a dirty piece of scrap glued to the sole of my shoes in a cold rainy day.
Usually if I’m at work and I have my headache, I’ll send myself home. Most of the times that clears things up. But since I was at home already, I sent myself to bed. And when I couldn’t lie in bed anymore, I got out of bed and I started to have tea. Lots and lots of tea. And I ate some, one tiny bit at a time. And I watched my comfort TV. So I watched Britcoms non-stop with free-flowing tea for 3 hours.
My headache was finally subdued. But my sleep was gone too.
