Brain, brain, go away

Come on, head, cut it out. I have a bar shift today. I like the bar shifts. I like money. I like not screwing over my coworkers. I also like not being in excruciating pain. I can think and do stuff right now, but not without feeling like someone nail-gunned my skull. And this one is in my neck and shoulders, too, which is very uncomfortable. Come on, drugs, do your magic already. This is day 2. Magic drugs should prevent day 2. There's no rain in the forecast, but I'm pretty sure it will rain, anyway. We're clearly between fronts and it's squishing my head. Grrr.