Migraine

I have one. And that means Luna has one. Which means she's whining and flailing around on the futon and making everything that much worse for both of us.
Yet here I am. Meeting my not-obligation of doing a stupid post when really, I just want to crawl over to Luna and mash my head into hers until we're both unconscious, dead, or the head pain goes away. Ugh. Why? Because. Because goddammit, even when stuff sucks, that doesn't mean you just get to not do stuff. Even when it's not a real obligation, you can't put stuff off forever. You need to get up, and do it. We're not geldings here, right? Right? We're stallions goddammit.
Luna you're not really a stallion don't... do that. I swear we both get stupider when we're in pain.
Life is. About. Experiences. And fighting your way through the crap. So you can earn mashing your face into mares like Luna. Who like that sort of thing.
I'm not drunk my head just really, really, really hurts.
But why am I doing this? Because when I get it over and done with, I'll be able to go and mash my face into a mare, feeling that I deserve it, because I've followed through with my obligations, responsibilities, and promises and now I've earned my rest.
Writing is kind of like that, you know. You have to do the crap parts as well as the fun parts. Even when it's crappy. Even when you don't feel like it. Because it gives everything that much more power at the end of the day.
So there.
I'm going away now.
Oh Horses of Heaven. I'm going to drink coffee until my teeth fall out and let Luna drool on me until I feel better. Short circuit this stupid migraine.
Because writing.


~Scrivener Blooms