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[kiya]

I now know exactly why my main character was so wrung up at the beginning of the chapter; I knew the content of her wrung-upness but not the precise form of what was hitting her.

I also composed this sentence, of which I am moderately proud: His hands shifted awkwardly until he trapped one with the other and entangled them together in his lap.

In other news, I talked a lot about the story and storyworld of this with sstaten, until he went to bed.

I have a tremendous headache which has fortunately responded to the combination of ibuprofen and Boston I treated it with.

And I'm stopping now and going to bed because I have to be up and catch the train tomorrow to meet autumnesquirrel downtown.

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[cheshyre]

I have a tremendous headache which has fortunately responded to the combination of ibuprofen and Boston I treated it with.

Okay, given the severity of migraines my husband suffers, I'm curious about your choice of remedies.

Visiting the city, listening to music by the band, or something else entirely?

[kiya]

I was listening to Corporate America, the album they released a month or two back.

I often experience pain as an energy drain; I experience a lot of music, especially Boston's music, as an energy source. Applying one to the other can be fairly effective.