Rain. Again? Really? Just shoot me.

I cannot believe it is raining. Again. Make that pouring. Enough already. If I wanted to live in a rainy climate, I would have moved to Seattle. At least in Seattle there's good coffee and gelato.

I wouldn't mind so much about the rain, but the sudden change in barometric pressure has brought on yet another migraine, and the pain is unbearable. It's so bad, I can't even joke about it -- or anything else.

So, sorry for the lame blog post. I'm heading back to bed, after I go throw up.

Migraine... or alien mating call?

For years now, I have suffered from migraines. Nasty, debilitating, feels like someone was twisting a knife or smashing a baseball bat into the base of my skull, just want to get in bed and pull the covers up over my head headaches. In fact, I am experiencing one right now.

I have always attributed these headaches to fluctuations in my hormone levels, but after receiving this link from friend (?) of the blog JJV, I am starting to wonder if instead it could be some sort of ancient mating signal akin to pon farr.

Think about it, it's mostly women who get migraines. And when do they typically get them? When they are ovulating. On top of this, a number of studies have recently found that sex was a more effective cure for migraines than most medications and could sometimes stop a migraine dead in its tracks. Sounds like the plot of a B or X-rated sci-fi movie to me!

Now please excuse me while I pop a pill and slip into something more comfortable...