Another insane bout of headaches.
Sick. Ups and downs. Sputniks behind my eyes, cotton wool in my head and a steel prong between my eyes. Desiree says I'm detoxing from the Ay U A Masochist treatment. Which by the way wasn't at the Tranquillity Spa, because I found them yesterday on the way from one headache to the next. Tranquillity is spotless, elegant, hygienic, flower filled, smells divine and if I recover from this bout of Detox - because obviously my body has much to shed - I will go to them for a cleansing, healing ritual. They even do morning yoga, and it's walking distance. In a calm room, not a dusty rooftop. Clean towels. Sweet music. Full time power. Oh. Yeah. If only I could see straight.
WHAT IS THIS HEADACHE? I am going to explode my brains all over the cool beige tiles.
MAN-TRA MAN-TRA MAN-TRA
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I met an NGO from Room to Read, the .org that builds schools and libraries for needy children, at Or2K last night. I hope they can help with the school. Or did I? I'm hallucinating with my headache.
I'm going to a yoga retreat for five days, from today. At least they can minister to my brow if my brains decide to come out of my nostrils.
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