Day - 2 Feeling like New

The headache is gone... but oh how it throbbed last night. Even watching Young Frankenstein didn't help. Gene Wilder, who I worship, was too shouty. His inflections were making it worse. My tolerance for the Teri Garr bimbo shtick was low as well... Oh Mel. I love you, but the constant bimbos? To watch Mel Brooks, although subverting the bimbo character, while re-reading "Female Chauvanist Pigs" was too much for me.

But this morning I feel great. No headache at all. A guy was eating a chocolate muffin in the elevator that smelled divine, but otherwise, my lemony concoction is doing me right. Went easy on the cayenne, no need to bleed. And my vision is sharper, my apartment is clean, I don't feel rushed, I'm taking my time.

Major Detox Round 2.