*sigh* It's frustrating, largely because I know I've only encouraged it lately, being offline and not talking all that often and... yeah. Doesn't help. Still stings occasionally. Meh.

On the bright side, I think I know what to get Robert for Christmas, Cate. ^.^ I know, disturbing. But I'm pretty sure he'll get a kick out of it. Yay for cable television, I guess.

The headache's getting worse now, heading for another migrane. I'm missing out on drawing on The Boy, too; I know perfectly well I can't get out and about safely, I know I'm in too much pain to focus even on ink for long, and yet it's another moment when I'm disappointed in myself. This isn't me. There's something wrong, and I... meh. I'm not sure how to dig myself back out of this. Some days I'm not even sure I want to.

Fortunately, at least so far this isn't one of those days. The headache though, is so very NOT helping. *twitch* Aspirin. I've got aspirin. And a headache. Gonna go curl up for a while, I think.