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if I ever get a Real, True Migraine, I think it will feel something like this. specifically, like I forgot to turn my brain right-side out after washing and before re-insertion, and now it's wedged in there all wrong and just ... wrong., and I woulf not be at all opposed to digging it out with a dull rusty spork.

it is probably apparent that I am typing with my eues closed.

fuck the Irish paper; fuck the number theory problem set; I am going to bed.