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Today went steadily downhill after 5am, which is the point at which a small gremlin with a large drill started trying to bore its way out of my skull via the right eyebrow. It's been one of those irrepressible headaches, full of personality and joie de vivre, which is mostly suppressed by drug intake, but lurks evilly in hiding for the moment when they wear off. I have a vague recollection of pushing phone buttons at about 9.30 in order to tell the departmental secretary, in what I hope were actual sentences, that I wasn't going to be there for my 10am tut, but the rest of the day is a bit of a blur.
On the upside, my sister and Cute Niece visited, allowing a brief period of lucidity in which said Niece spent a happy twenty minutes playing with my pale green plush Great Cthulhu. The combination of tentacles, wings and other interesting shapes found favour with the small spawn, who gummed them enthusiastically. The concept of wantonly imprinting the young with HP Lovecraft at an impressionable age found favour with her aunt.
On the upside, my sister and Cute Niece visited, allowing a brief period of lucidity in which said Niece spent a happy twenty minutes playing with my pale green plush Great Cthulhu. The combination of tentacles, wings and other interesting shapes found favour with the small spawn, who gummed them enthusiastically. The concept of wantonly imprinting the young with HP Lovecraft at an impressionable age found favour with her aunt.
