#loopylace original

[loopylace]

I committed the grievous crime of sitting in direct sunlight for too long and my body has decided that my punishment is a migraine that makes me sympathise with how Leon Trotsky must have felt when an ice pick connected with his skull on the 20th of August, 1940. Therefore, the logical conclusion is that sunlight is Stalin, my head is Trotsky, migraines are ice picks, and my body is NKVD Agent Ramon Mercader.

Also, Trotsky Icepick is the name of an American indie rock band.

[loopylace]

I have aged a thousand years in the past week. As for my joints, which were already a thousand years old, they are now two thousand years old. If I were wine, I would either be very valuable or completely over-fermented.

[loopylace]

I feel like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill, except the boulder is my big bowling ball head and I didn’t cheat death or force my wife to leave my body rotting in the street and Sisyphus didn’t have uneven shoulders or a permanent upper torso injury or probable ME and probable POTS and I blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Any minute now my neck’s going to snap and my big bowling-ball Sisyphus’-boulder of a head is going to go rolling right down the hill and run me over in the process.