Woke up this morning at 5:15 with the sinus headache from hell. Throbbing pain behind my right eye. Popped two Excedrin. Was still lying there awake and miserable at 6 o’clock, so I turned on Howard Stern.
Between 6 and 9 a.m., Stern’s “best of” segments intermingled with my dreams as I went in and out of sleep. I dreamt of Fred Durst talking about having sex with Britney Spears in scorching detail. Of course that was what was really coming out of my radio. It was bizarre, surreal.
Woe to my humidity-induced headache.