Anakana Schofield

Saturday has been a five hour headache and counting.

I don’t get headaches.

It began, co-incidentally, during a v interesting discussion about cognitive science, the brain, the web and mortality with a stranger. This is no reflection on either the stranger, an amicable intelligent man, nor the discussion.

At one point I was tempted to ask people in the street for tylanol such was its ferocity. I walked into a mall, visually disturbed, held onto my forehead as I walked to the counter and bought a packet of relief. I actively wanted to hand my head over to them. Took one 400mg, then when stopped at traffic light minutes later scanned the packet to see how soon I could take another one, hoping it would be in 15 minutes.

I think Saturday’s headache may be a result of Friday’s pitter patter panic.

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