Woke up with it ten times as bad. I'm just sitting here, hoping the pain meds do some good sometime in the near future. This after a night full of strange, vivid, detailed dreams. Christ, cybernetics cannot become reality soon enough for me; just chop off my arm, give me one that doesn't hurt all the damn time, then put my brain in a jar or something and take the head, too. But leave the hair, I'm keeping that. In fact, keep the skin, just swap out the skull for something that doesn't irritate my brain.