I'll take a brief break from the literary dissection of the facial expression. And a break from my break from writing for this blog.
The weather has stricken me down once more. I awoke a few precious minutes before my alarm, my head making its plaints known to me in a very specific and painful manner. I fumbled my way through the dim apartment for some medicine and coffee--thankfully, I had set the coffee maker last night. Score one for Alicia.
Usually, after the application of heat and caffeine, my brain's plaints subside. And I, triumphant over my own physiology, attend my second class of the day, albeit a tad befuddled. This morning, I am not so lucky. Every sudden movement reminds me why I'm not moving from the futon.
Why, then, am I writing now? Why, then, did I take the effort to write two emails in two different languages (neither of them English) to excuse myself from class?
Because, unfortunately, though my migraines limit my physical efforts, it doesn't limit my mental acumen. Quite the reverse, actually. I seek distraction, a way of distracting my brain from the pain that it can't ignore otherwise.
Well or not, I often find myself seeking distractions; it is one of my hobbies. And today is just one of those days.
