Off with my head!
I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world around in my head, and it's trying to get out my eye sockets. I suspected the headache might be caffeine-related; either not enough or too much. Just so I'd know for sure, I tried curing the "not-enough" problem. Apparently, that wasn't it. Can't kill it with coffee, can't kill it with ibuprofen, can't kill it by dropping 40 pounds on my toe just so I'll forget how much my head hurts.

Because of the extra weight in my head, I was off my game at work, which I hate. I have been cranky at home, which I hate even more. Being off my game at work makes me more cranky at home. You might see a pattern there. I'm a little surprised my house key still works.

Meanwhile, back in Texas, my Favorite Co-Worker is struggling with her future. As mentioned somewhere deep in the archives, I was part of a newly created five-person department at the Very Large Metropolitan Newspaper. Now, I'm gone, and last I heard, I'm not going to be replaced. Sports Guy is headed west in a few weeks, and his position will probably go to the sports department. We've kind of left Favorite Co-Worker -- who isn't going anywhere -- holding the bag. She has some in-house options, but nothing really attractive. Her other option is to try to help the Ex-Boss rebuild the newly created department without a lot of support from above or from elsewhere in the room. I don't envy her, and when she called seeking advice tonight, I wasn't helpful ("Do what feels right," or some crap like that.) I'm blaming that on The Headache, too.

Maybe it's the change in the weather, or something. The only thing that seems to help is sitting in a dark quiet room with a towel over my head. Oddly, that probably won't help me at work.