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My head is going to explode. It's my first migraine with Cymbalta, and the Tramadol didn't even touch it. My mom called me last night at 10:20 to tell me her alma mater was bombed last night. I have two meetings to sit through today, and six pages of notes to transcribe into minutes. Tonight there will be grandmom-sitting and a chiro appointment with somebody I don't know, who I probably don't want touching me while I hurt.

My secretary-fu and writing-fu are weak today.

I need joyful things. Schmoop. Pretty pictures.