Walking the dog just then, I had the urge to write limericks. As I wrote a couple of nonsense poems in my head, I had the urge to laugh out loud. I had a strange, too-pleasurable feeling in my head, right above my left eye.
And now it’s developing into a queasy pain.
It’s been a fortnight since the last big one, though I’ve had a few tiny ones. Despite the medication they find ways to sneak in.
I expect I’ll have strange dreams tonight.