If I was a cartoon, you'd be able to see these little lines shaped like lightning bolts coming off the back of my neck, right at the base of my skull, indicating excruciating pain. I'm pretty sure I'm not dying, but, you know, we'll see.
It's just the latest symptom of weird, unwarranted exhaustion I'm enduring today, and frankly it's getting a little old. When I come in from walking the dog, Katie glances up from her work, and says, with a worried frown, "You look really disappointed."
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