Day of the remains

Friday was a rough day at work and I ran on fight-or-flight adrenaline all weekend. This resulted in about three hours sleep Friday night, which is something I paid the price for over the next few days. The net of this is that the weekend was a blur and getting out of bed this morning was the last thing I wanted to do. That's normal for Monday mornings, but today was more Monday than most Mondays if that makes any sense.

On a related note, I sometimes forget what a "splitting" headache feels like. I always associate hangovers with the worst headaches, but they're not really "splitting," are they? Hangovers make my brain feel like it's sloshing around inside my head, bumping painfully up against my skull, every time I fail to maintain absolute motionlessness. What I'm experiencing today is entirely different. My head feels as though a spectral axe blade has struck it over my left eye and the phantom blade remains lodged in my noggin. My dear friends Advil and coffee have failed to make a dent in it today, but they're the only tools at my disposal so I'm just going to have to deal with it.

On the plus side, I'm pretty pleased with the results of the Hugo Awards voting. Most of my choices did well and, when they didn't, I can't really have any complaint about the winners. The toughest vote for me to cast was in the Best Novel category. Neal Stephenson's Seveneves was equally tough for me to vote for and vote against. If you've read it, you know what I mean. I'm relieved by the lack of drama this year. The trolling seems to have received far less attention than the works which isn't something you could say about the awards last year.

I'm starting to enjoy music again, both listening to it and playing it. That's a good sign. I don't enjoy much of anything when I'm in a funk, and music is sort of my canary in this regard. Apparently it's a magical canary, as it returns to life when the air clears.

-RK

P.S. I have determined that Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear The Reaper" is probably the most goth song in the world. This despite the fact that it's by a heavy metal band performing straight power pop. Goth knows no labels...except "goth," I suppose.