My brain is quite seriously messed up. It is completely displeased with reality. It doesn't like the colors of the day or the feel of the air or the sound of the birds. My brain is like a big chunk of lead sitting inside my skull. I've slept for about 10 of the last 14 hours. I could probably sleep some more. I didn't take the ibuprofen this morning, and lots of little things were hurting all day, whenever I woke up. The headache is now no more than dull background pain, though. The tiresome summer drags on. I wish I were in some other place, some other time. I'm beginning to doubt that I'll ever feel normal again. Even my imaginary worlds I can watch only from the outside. Exile.