Good heavens, there are people in my comments section!

Hi, y'all, and thanks for coming to see me. Here, have some huckleberry jellybeans and Tab.

R, I thank you for your comments, and I continue to be baffled by people who appreciate my comments, but I am also highly easily amused by these things as well.

As far as the headache diary thing goes, it's annoying. I've been told that a lot of people get better with time, but it's really been going the other way for me. They started out just regular headaches, and somehow ended up with what is generously called chronic daily headache. Basically, I've had the same headache, literally, since 1990. No, really. It does not go away. Ever. That's tedious, and no one needs to hear about it. I've been through all the neurologists and all the meds, and it's boring, just plain damned boring. It gets progressively worse, and I get progressively used to it, so in effect it's pretty much stable. A couple years later, I got hit by some driver who apparently viewed crosswalks as mere guidelines, and since then it's been migraines. About the time I gave up on trying to find a solution to that, I managed to concuss myself and now I get what are apparently clusters, which have also been getting worse. So by now the ER knows me pretty well. My new neurologist seems to hate me for not being something she knows how to fix, and didn't like my headache diary, which consisted quite graphically of Things I'd Rather Be Doing Than Have This Headache. In the meantime, there was a psychologist who felt that the migraines were the result of my PTSD, and spent months trying to convince me that I have repressed raisin-related memories. (Raisins are a trigger. As are peanuts, popcorn, and most of my favorite scents.) There was also the neurologist who felt that my refusal to contemplate acupuncture until I'm presented with actual studies showing it works better than placebo means the headaches can't be that bad, and the housemate who assumes I'm exaggerating to annoy her, because, obviously, if I really did have a migraine, I'd be hiding in my closet. (Let's put it this way. I have chronic daily migraines. If I spent all my time dealing with them, I'd never do *anything*. As it is, I'm simply unemployed.)

At this point, the solution is to avoid the obvious triggers, carry around with me my phone number and other information I forget when I have a bad one, neither expect nor promise much of myself, go to the ER for the clusters after a week, get CT scans and glaucoma tests once a year to rule out stupid shit, and periodically succumb to fits of optimism that some neurologist somewhere will have something that accidentally ends up working, since none of the rational things have. Sooner or later, someone will hit on something, and it will turn out to be completely random.

Okay, that was incredibly boring and lame, and I'll try never to do that again.

To make it all up to you, let me give you this cool site, which has piles of free paper toys to print out and build. I just did the fishstand, I've been doing all of their little shops and houses at seventy five percent scale which is pretty much exactly the right size for my Playmobil people. And do check out Herr Doktor's link to Flying Pig. The Flying Spaghetti Monster is adorable, I built that today. The Flying Pig models aren't free, the Paper Museum ones are, they're all cool.

I promise to work on a blogroll, though. That seems like something worth doing.