2am Friday morning: Head filled with terrible dream in which body is back at work for the 4am relaunch of the website that happened a couple weeks ago, but instead of crawling under my desk and listening to music (which I did in real life), in my dream I crawled into a conference room and had a total psychotic snap, complete with me laying on my face sobbing and screaming. In the dream, I went to work the next morning and my coworker asked me how I was. When I said I wasn’t so good, she said, “Yeah, I know: we all heard you screaming in that conference room last night.”

7:30am Friday: Head wakes up. Head filled with latent anxiety.

9am Friday: Head arrives at work. Head instantly starts hurting, right behind right eyeball.

10am Friday: Behind-eye pain continues, impervious to ibuprofin. Head is weary.

Noon Friday: Head feels briefly better, thanks to influx of green tea and low-fat raw protein

1pm Friday: Head pain resurges. Head wonders if eyeball may pop out of socket.

3pm Friday: Head floats out of office, in a haze of dull throbbing behind-the-eye pain

3:45pm Friday: Head arrives at home, takes more ibuprofin, 5mg valium, and a shower, in that order.

4pm Friday: Head on pillow. Head sleeps the deep dreamless sleep of the sedated.

8pm Friday: Head wakes up. Head doesn’t hurt any more! Head is happy. Head loves leaving work early and taking long, downer-assisted headache-defeating naps. Head considers doing so more often.

10pm Friday: Head drives body to Nectar, where head fills with smoke and deep throbbing music.

Midnight Friday/Saturday: Head detaches from body in therapeutic rumbling of bass so loud and deep that it almost can’t be heard. Head knows that body is safe ‘n’ sound in front of a line of bass bins rumbling like aural vibrators. Body spazzes out for two hours while head happily floats away, only pulled back to consciousness a couple times to irritably consider the paradox of hippie go-go dancers. Brain reminds head not to worry self by thinking mean things about the unhumble pretty people. Head’s eyes close and body goes back to happily bumping along, consciously ignoring everyone else in the room the name of mood preservation. Well, except for when body gets bumped by over-capacity crowd, and then body spazzes out extra hard with an emphasis on elbows and knees and BACK THE FUCK OFF I’M HAVING A TRANSCENDANT DANCING EXPERIENCE HERE! Namaste, bitch.

2:30am Saturday: Head back on pillow, much happier.