Woke up at 1:15AM with a full-on migraine; took four Advil to kill it, at least enough to sleep, but then I started coughing up acid, which kept me up another hour or two.

Now, low-grade migraine and waves of nausea.

My granddaughter is coming tomorrow. Fuck.

This better not last.

There’s enough sickness blocking love in this world; I don’t need anymore.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1440 words, novel: Father Lightning