Gregory Peck and the Tuscan sun
Seasons Greetings! There are 20 days till Christmas.
Moving on.
Yesterday was unique. I had to leave work at 3 cause I was experiencing HORRIBLE vertigo (the room spinning uncontrolably) and it was making me SOOO nauseated. That was, of course, on top of some REALLY nasty cramps.
I'm glad I left when I did; I had trouble walking up the stairs to my apartment. By "trouble walking" I mean I hit the wall and banisters several times and couldn't really see where I was going. That's good times.
So I take my anti-diziness meds and put on jams and lay down in my bed with "Roman Holiday." Ever since I was little, when I wasn't feeling good Daddy would either put in a Hogan's Heroes or something Gregory Peck. As I do not have any Hogan's here, and "Roman Holiday" is my only Gregory Peck (damn theives) it is what I watched.
Of course "Roman Holiday" is my favorite film of all time, so it worked quite well.
It was shortly after 5 when the movie ends. I decide that in my hunched, spacey state I can still put lights on our tree. During that experience the phone rings. One of my friends was having a break down and needed to come over. So there I am in my jams wrapped in tree garland having tea on the couch with a friend with smeared mascara, wrapped in her favorite blanket. We ate at Panera and had just a lovely evening once we were both feeling better.
When the drowzy meds finally shook I danced around the apartment singing "I Feel Pretty" which must be hilarious, as Brookish and our friend laughed much.
This didn't last too long cause my psych meds also make me drowzy. Yes, everything makes me drowzy. C'est ma vie.
I haven't heard back from anyone regarding their Christmas present (cept Ames). I'm assuming this means I have creative cart blanche. I'm fine with that, but you may regret that. Not a threat, just saying.
HUG!
Moving on.
Yesterday was unique. I had to leave work at 3 cause I was experiencing HORRIBLE vertigo (the room spinning uncontrolably) and it was making me SOOO nauseated. That was, of course, on top of some REALLY nasty cramps.
I'm glad I left when I did; I had trouble walking up the stairs to my apartment. By "trouble walking" I mean I hit the wall and banisters several times and couldn't really see where I was going. That's good times.
So I take my anti-diziness meds and put on jams and lay down in my bed with "Roman Holiday." Ever since I was little, when I wasn't feeling good Daddy would either put in a Hogan's Heroes or something Gregory Peck. As I do not have any Hogan's here, and "Roman Holiday" is my only Gregory Peck (damn theives) it is what I watched.
Of course "Roman Holiday" is my favorite film of all time, so it worked quite well.
It was shortly after 5 when the movie ends. I decide that in my hunched, spacey state I can still put lights on our tree. During that experience the phone rings. One of my friends was having a break down and needed to come over. So there I am in my jams wrapped in tree garland having tea on the couch with a friend with smeared mascara, wrapped in her favorite blanket. We ate at Panera and had just a lovely evening once we were both feeling better.
When the drowzy meds finally shook I danced around the apartment singing "I Feel Pretty" which must be hilarious, as Brookish and our friend laughed much.
This didn't last too long cause my psych meds also make me drowzy. Yes, everything makes me drowzy. C'est ma vie.
I haven't heard back from anyone regarding their Christmas present (cept Ames). I'm assuming this means I have creative cart blanche. I'm fine with that, but you may regret that. Not a threat, just saying.
HUG!