Ow my eyeballs.

As Ed Price would have it: 'Having a bit of a fester'. For one reason or another, the last pair of migraines kicked the crap out of me. I'm not sure if I'm paying more attention to the inside of my head, or if these were just different. Anyway, I think the blood-sugar crashes and ugly mood swings have stopped, so I'm far less likely to call you all a tiresome shower of bastards and employ a brutal and entirely personal Stark Fist of Removal. Praise 'Bob' for &style=mine.

Migraine malarkey on the web seems to fall into two camps. Accept the healing power of Ergotamine (Mentioned in both Big Black sleevenotes and a (presumably, since I bought one) short-lived comic-thing called A1. Albini also mentions heroin, and I'm not trying that either.) or the healing power of Jesus. Well, a plague on both their houses. I'm into prevention, not mitigation. Here's an undergrad sufferer's paper which covers it all well.

Via the fine fellows over at CCC we find this (entertaining) and this (bloody depressing).

I'm not sure about this. A part of this. The 'Deaf Bach' section in particular.