He's got my head, I think I'll name him Arthur
My head hurts. It hurt Sunday, I don't remember much about Monday, but it hurt Tuesday in the morning, and it hurt Tuesday at bed time. It hurt Wednesday when I woke up, and it hurt when Sara sent me to bed rather than to work. She gave me something for it, it didn't cure it so much as put it in a little bubble out there just over my left temple, its out there...waiting...
The first, second, third, and fourth times a headache put me down like this, I attributed it to altitude sickness, and don't you worry, I WAS sick. Woody's don't do great heights well, especially when they are overweight. The last time I had a headache like this Maestro Beguinet was in town and I foolishly thought I could keep up with him. That was a bad weekend even after I got home in the dark and quiet of bed.
Now this. I haven't done anything, I am no more overweight than I ever was, and I have performed no miraculous feats of strength, or endurance. The only thing worse than a headache is one without reason.
I'm going back to bed. Arthur will keep me company.
