Just make the hurting stop.

Well the twinge and pressure that made itself known shortly after I awoke has now bloomed into an increasingly exuberant headache. If it manages to bloom into a migraine, I shall be most wroth and wondering if they sell naproxin in a jacketed hollow-point form.

In other news I am contemplating yanking stakes and migrating this blog to my own domain and server. I'm not done being a mouthy bastard and it might be nice if less people had the power to capriciously yank my writing. Given some of the issues that have crept up in the last year or so for various folks, perhaps being preemptive is called for. The downside is that it would mean paying of pocket for the domain and hosting where it has been free for me to carry on here. Comments or opinions are of course welcome.

As for me, in addition to the murderously persistent cephalic pain, I am also attempting to banish the annoyance and revulsion a recent customer seems to engender. Picture if you will the spastic writhing of a tongue over the gap-toothed lower jaw. The wiry and disheveled hair and beard haloing the idiot grin permanently fixed upon his features. His bulbous, pallid belly spilling forth from his jacket threatening to dislodge his trousers from his squalid hips, without even the meager cover of a shirt. He's the sort that can reduce some adult store patrons into cold sweats, the embodiment of what they fear to encounter in the aisles. Fortunately, or not, his behavior is somewhat better than his appearance and thus he still has the option of shopping here, even if he trods close to the edge.

If you haven't checked out Violet Blue lately, you should acquaint yourself with the G-Shot. It's magical how well personal insecurity and profits meld together.

Enjoy the weekend.