Funny story. While my head feels like my brain is trying to pop out from my temples and my neck feels like two firey gnomes have a death hug on it, there is this massive amount of pressure building up up behind my face due to cranky sinuses. It’s like a bad science experiment waiting for a trigger. The trigger, that set all after things in motion, was a powerful sneeze. The resulting exposive action hurled my brain into the lamp, my face exploded across the room where it stuck to the wall like some creepy Hellraiser prop, and I think I might have made a rude noise elsewhere because Ghost is staring at me looking offended. It’s very freeing actually. With my brain temporarely out of my head I’m not tempted to neurotically google more symptoms to prove I’m dying. I’ll just nab my face later and soak it awhile before slapping it back on. I think I will try to go back to sleep and forget about this a bit. Though Gremlin is curious about my lack of facial skin covering. Hopefully he won’t try and groom me (which he does) and develop a taste for me while I snooze.