I made it through yesterday. My head did not explode. Amazingly. I've never had a headache so bad that my teeth ached before. I could barely move.
In a word, it sucked.
The head ache is finally gone, but I'm left feeling a bit like a wrung-out washcloth. An old one, with holes in it and that mysterious stain you have no idea where it came from. You want to throw it away and start over, but you just can't quite bear to part with it, since you had it when you were three and used to make barbie tents with it.
I did think of some new bits for the book, which I need to get down.