Migranium pazoozoo

Depression zone warped 9.
Just the thing that always happens when I sleep during afternoons only to wake up at a time when evening's begun.
Something akin to 28 days later minus the melodrama and good background score.
Having found myself mimicking the last zombie you might have seen, I resigned myself to the distorted world of migraine. I don't know what might have triggered it but it's never a good feeling. It's the kind of pain that you'd willingly trade for a lost kidney or detonated spleen.
Like an invisible two ton weight on your shoulders with the added charm of a non stop drill burrowing itself in a phantom region of your brain that you can't exactly pinpoint but feel the agonizing vibrations nonetheless and the most painful moments of your life ensue.
Yeah, so i was going through that, and felt mighty guilty at the same time for pushing aside my ongoing drawing, because I just couldn't get myself to draw.
So I popped in a pill and realized the benefits of horizontal excursions on my bed. The way my head was banging against my eye sockets with pain I could see a whole new internal light show of my own, and would have immensely enjoyed had it not been so damn painful.
It was during these moments I realized that perhaps a siesta might be in order to let the pill take effect and for my system to reboot. Burying myself in the infinite depths of an ever faithful duvet I slowly glided into a lethargic repose.
Almost like I were hibernating, when my body clock decided I should wake up.
The house was wrapped in darkness. The time was 5:15pm.
Oh dear, did I wake up in another time or is it another life? Pretty sure it was bright out when I slept and now it's another day? Or is it still today? Is the world dead from burning or is it still dying? Has there been a methane holocaust? Am I even real.

I contemplated these thoughts while still not fully awake. Running a limbo marathon where I was knocking at the gates of complete wakefulness and deep slumber. I think I kept doing this for another twenty minutes until it finally got so damn dark that I spooked myself out.

The migraine has ebbed a little. There are strands of ache still stuck in cranium crannies and it's painful to wear a heavy jacket.
Dinner is a no go for me. I don't think I have the energy to cook. To stand in the kitchen and chop vegetables and potter around the stove. No sir. The mere thought makes me want to go on a mass slaughter spree. So here I sit, not wondering about what to cook.
Eating a banana and typing out words.
I feel exhausted.
Soon.