I have the worst headache in the history of headaches. Or at least in the history of my headaches. Or at least in the history of my headaches since I stopped getting migraines. Or at least in the history of my headaches since I stopped getting migraines and didn't try to go cold turkey on caffeine withdrawal. Or at least...

Okay, so I have a headache. It's bad. And not being helped by the boredom factor right now.

I have so many things I want to write and create at the moment but none of them are playing along which is making me really quite sad and distressed. So instead of the plethora of things I owe (including two ficathon type things), I drabbled about Lindsey. And now I have tea and am trying to ignore the fabulous sounding biscuits I bought on request from wenchpixie - there were only two boxes in the shop. I can't replace them if I eat them, no matter how good they sound...

(Also? I've been looking for a decent biker icon for a while now. How tempted am I by the Friday 13th photo of Jared? Hmmm, lemme see...)