Came back from the Pee Ell See dinner with a magnificent headache.
It’s so bad I don’t even feel like moving to shower and sleep. I just want to sit here and rot and hope it doesn’t get worse. The idea of washing my hair sounds like pure torture right now. But I can’t sleep in this sweaty state.
Gawd. They should really fix the psychedelic lighting and the music.
OK. Stop whining and hop to it, Rachel.