Since my early 30s, my weeklong migraines have all but vanished. Since turning 40, the head splitting ones are mostly gone. But the blinding visual ones (thankfully rarely accompanied by significant pain) seem to be increasing. Last night, they were a pattern and a saturated color they've never been before.

Today I hit a hard wall with the not being able to go anywhere and do anything. I just want to go to a bar with my friends. Or a restaurant for dinner. Or a play. Or browse a shop. Or see an exhibit. Or ride a bus. Or do anything single thing that's not looking at a screen in my house. 

I am afraid feeling this way made me something of a pill. 

There's nothing unique or profound here. I'm bored. I'm restless. I'm cooped up. I miss my friends. I miss the city. I miss everything.