it feels tropical outside. dark and warm and humid, makes me think of watching lightening storms in singapore and fire-lit mexican buffets.

an over-zealous headache had me slinking out of paint call a few hours early, planning to stumble home and sleep. i felt better once i was outside, deep gulping breaths beneath brilliant streetlighted trees, decided that i would work on my design project some more once i got home.

now that i'm back inside, my headache seems to have remembered that it had a job to do, and all the little people in my head are studiously excavating the backs of my eyes.

evilglue fumes don't much help, either.