Goddamn it! I?ve had this terrible migraine again. I cannot bear my head today. I couldn?t bear moving around, from room to room, it hurts. I couldn?t rest in bed because it hurts so badly to do such an effort. So I laid down my head on my desk (like I do often when I have migraine) and doze away for some hours.
I caught up with all he e-mails on the columns I wrote.
Betsy ? Elizabeth?s literary agent ? hasn?t replied. Does anyone know how to get in touch quickly with an author.
I planned to write today, but with this terrible migraine I can?t write at all. see how t is impossible for me to write every day? I didn?t write at all. I?m over-sedated with my usual pills and, above that with migraine medication. It sucks. I?m not just in pain, I?m in torment, in misery. I?m suffering in hell.
I chatted with a young photographer twice. The third time I said that I had chatted enough with him lately, that I need to write now. He was real sleazy. He practically was begging me to write about him in my journal. He wanted me to write that I was interested in him. Right. I?m not. Yuck! I shouldn?t have chatted with him.