Moar writing

Eight hundred words yesterday, eight hundred the day before.  Yes I am back which is good.

Didn’t get to see Katie and Alex.  Got the whim whams walking to the bus.  Waited for the bus about ten minutes, almost threw up, so dizzy that I was scared to be out in public, and then back home.  Spent a while in bed and finally felt better around five pm.  I seem to be okay now after a night’s sleep.  I believe it was a migraine – I had migraine signs in the morning – but I’m going to call it an attack of the marthambles and leave it at that.