My head!

There's something about the prospect of throwing up that changes your perspective. After last nights blog my headache grew extremely worse. I couldn't lay down, I couldn't stand up, I didn't know what do do. I finally sat on the toilet and started puking my brains out. The body turned white and cold like death was at the door. I started to get more thoughts of dying. "Please don't let me puke" was my mantra until I passed the point of no return. I'm fucking sober. I don't know what the problem is. Was it sun poisoning? Have I been eating poorly? Am I stressed? Do I have the flu? I don't know what the fuck is happening.

I'm at some strange turning point. Am I going to be healthy or not? Am I a writer or not? Am I a comic or not? Am I a film maker or not? Am I even me? Who is me?


My heads killing me.