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A few hours of proto-migraine (nipped in the bud, but leaving its chemtrail in my brain) has made me this odd mix of peaceful and restless. It's an altered state, it is. There's a pleasant-ish buzz in my brain, and it makes me feel one step removed from myself.

I think what happened is I got too much sun (

someotherguy and I walked a few miles today in the sun -- I think I need a sunhat). I tried to watch a movie with my sweeties, but I started getting nauseated, so I took a break and some aspirin, and it helped, but it's left me feeling alternately drained and high. I must say, I don't really mind this particular residual effect of my migraines. Plus, migraine time is really the only time I can consume caffeinated stuff and feel *better* instead of worse.

In my brainiac haze, I figured out some of my NaNo novel. It's going to be called "Living without Consequences" (the title came when I misheard "Anna Begins" -- "then I'm gonna have to think about the consequences" became "...live without the consequences"), and it's about a woman who is surprised when the geographical cures she seeks bring her closer to her past instead of taking her away from it. I'm going to start musing about this a fair bit in here, I think, but I'll put it under cut tags.

"Every time she sneezes, I believe it's love..."