What's new, Pussycat?

So. Last night I started getting an ugly migraine. And it didn't get better. Went to bed, dunno when I went to sleep. But it was about three in the morning when Toast poked me with his little pink nose and said "You know, this is the time when Tersa usually feeds us. Now. Now now now. Now now maow now now now. Maow now now nownownownownownow."
And I could not muster the energy to toss him into the oven until eight, when I called work and told them my head was staying home today. But then I got a good four hours of sleep.

Crap. When I started this post, I'm fairly certain I had more than that to say. Well. Screw it.
But my head is feeling better at least.