Those headaches I get? I've got one today, or I will soon. I can feel it starting to coil around my brain in that delicate sneaking way. So I am not writing my Friday bit of multiples-of-five nostalgia. Fifteen was an awful year anyway, and it's better not to think about it extensively, much less inflict it on the faceless internet audience. I can summarize it in a six word story: Bad doctors. Bad medications. Everybody suffers.
I'm going to take lots of painkillers and go to bed. I have to work tonight.