what a way to remember
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.04.12
Sick all day with a migraine again. Third of its type so far this year.
It was another bright, sunny day, too. I guess the old weather patterns have taken hold again.
One of the weird things about migraine is the way it prevents actual sleep in favor of fever-like dreams. I was treated to an odd sequence of half-forgotten faces from my time in Calgary. Thirty year old semi-memories between heart-beat pulses of pain. Wheee.