Still Pounding

Tiny little men mining for something just inside my temples. I don't know what they are looking for. Hope they find it soon. I think I swallowed a chimney brush as well and everytime I try to talk, it runs itself vigorously up and down my throat.

I have to drive to the ice rink, but after that I am going back to bed. No, wait. After I edit and send in one article. And make a phone call. And talk to my editor. Then I will, I promise... ooops... I have to get some NW woman stuff in today...