The tension headache is starting to ease this morning. It now only feels like I have a golf ball lodged between my skull and my brain. I got over ninety minutes of sleep last night, which is an improvement. I still have no idea what is causing the headache. Perhaps it was the coffee. I didn’t think it was that strong.
I noticed that while I was drinking that coffee, I hadn’t once performed a stock check on my office supplies. Notably, my paperclip stock pile is dangerously low. I only have 27 paperclips remaining of the non-stippled design and four of the stippled design. I shall issue a requisition form for more. As discussed earlier, the stippled design holds the pages better, but they also snap easily. I don’t wish to be injured by potentially dangerous paperclip shrapnel.
I had two dreams last night. In one I was drinking a tepid glass of water. That was the whole dream. In the other dream I had no arms or legs and I was forced to bathe by rubbing myself against a sponge glued to the inside of the shower. My dream-shower took a long time and made me late for work. Not real work – dream-work. The dream stopped before I left my house so I don’t know how I was able to function at my job under those circumstances, let alone drink coffee.
Dorothy stopped by the office today. She stood by the door, smiled and waved at me. She had a bow in her hair. I waved back, tried to smile and stopped when she gave me a concerned look. I said nothing. I didn’t know what to say. I felt a burning feeling in my chest and my mind sort of shut down. She said quickly “Okay, well, I’ll come back another time,” and walked away.
My headache returned immediately, maintaining at a golf ball sized pain, which is good.