You know how there are days when you feel like you are about to collapse. And you don't think you can get back up again 'cos the migraine you thought was gone is back full force, and your spine want to rip itself out from your back, and you can't string two bloody sentence together to even attempt at coherency if you life depended upon it.

Yeah, it is one of those days. I feel like someone have ripped my eyeballs out (the dry, sand-paper feeling, and the blurring of my left eye is getting worse).

And the essay is not getting written.

Now I'm going to bed.