When I keep my head still, it hurts less. Today has not been good. A headache dogged me most of the day, and my one pill of Advil (I have to be careful—I’m at risk to go over my self-imposed rebound-headache-reducing allotment), and my tall Mocha have not curbed the pain. There’s no mystery about its cause: my long bicycle ride yesterday is the culprit. Intense physical activity (or, as lately, moderate to light physical activity) can make the next day (it usually doesn’t hit until the next morning) miserable. I’ve checked my blood pressure both yesterday and this morning—I was concerned that my headaches might be the result of problems in that area—but both times the measurements have been well-into the normal range, more normal than I’ve seen consistently since buying the electric blood pressure device.

While the bicycle ride is probably the cause of today’s headaches, it is only a proximate cause. I think a more basic cause is the amount of sleep I received after an exercise-intensive day. The fact that the Advil didn’t do anything to help my headache is an indication that I didn’t receive enough sleep. Except for the early morning, I’ve not had many instances of PY (pathological yawning), but I think I need to find a way to get to bed earlier in the evening on days after exercising. While Doolies and I finished video gaming rather early (9:30pm), I didn’t get to sleep until after 11pm, staying awake to read my current book Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins, which I’m enjoying more than the one other novel I read by him.

(I spent the last ten minutes updating my book and movie lists.)

Okay, enough self-diagnosis and updating lists. The caffeine has dulled the pain somewhat, and I feel the need to say something.

I’ve said what I can for today. Like yesterday, the original thought I typed took on a life of its own, and (unlike yesterday) I’m actually interested to see where this one takes me. This doesn’t mean, of course, that I’ll ever continue writing, just that if I did, it might interest me. Take that for what it’s worth.

I ate at my local Italian restaurant, and the wine buzzed me. I’ll probably play with some of my writing below for a bit before calling it a night and resting my overworked brain (the witchdoctor lady that Doolies and I visited in Dallas—I spoke about this before, but I’m too lazy to find out where—said that my headaches are caused by too much thinking). I will attempt to rectify that problem as soon as I post this. Perhaps I’ll lose myself in a movie or video games—it’s all the same. As long as I don’t have to think, and I can work through the buzz and my wonderful (food) fullness, things will work out smashingly.