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I slept for ridiculous amounts of time yesterday. Let's just say that I was awake between 5:00 and 8:30 PM and then went back to sleep until 6:30 this morning. Um. Yeah.
My head is killing me. Two-day migraine, and I can definitely not take any more Excedrin. Definitely not.
Well. Maybe one?
Okay, NOW no more. Definitely not.
Artemis is being super-needy lately. Actually, so has Pandora. Which is weird because normally she doesn't like anyone but Kevin, but now she's following me around and stuff. Strange. And Baloola is sick, I think. Am worried about all of them. But I think they're okay.
Rachael: Hopefully you'll read this; I would e-mail, but it's been annoying lately, and it will possibly take an hour, and I'm going back to sleep in a minute. Anyway. I totally forgot about Sat. night. This is what happens when I make plans in advance. I remembered on Friday, but then my aunts came over Saturday morning and messed with my brain. I'm very sorry, hon. And thank you for the niceness, and you are wonderful, mmmkay? Also, I e-mailed Steph a prospective budget thingy, but she hasn't said anything about it. I think she's mad at me, though, because my hair was wet on Saturday. Um, long story. Whatever. Anyway, we can have another meeting thing whenever is good for you -- and again, sorry. Eep.
In other news, I'm going to curl up in bed and read and possibly witness the explosion of my head. Who knows.
My head is killing me. Two-day migraine, and I can definitely not take any more Excedrin. Definitely not.
Well. Maybe one?
Okay, NOW no more. Definitely not.
Artemis is being super-needy lately. Actually, so has Pandora. Which is weird because normally she doesn't like anyone but Kevin, but now she's following me around and stuff. Strange. And Baloola is sick, I think. Am worried about all of them. But I think they're okay.
Rachael: Hopefully you'll read this; I would e-mail, but it's been annoying lately, and it will possibly take an hour, and I'm going back to sleep in a minute. Anyway. I totally forgot about Sat. night. This is what happens when I make plans in advance. I remembered on Friday, but then my aunts came over Saturday morning and messed with my brain. I'm very sorry, hon. And thank you for the niceness, and you are wonderful, mmmkay? Also, I e-mailed Steph a prospective budget thingy, but she hasn't said anything about it. I think she's mad at me, though, because my hair was wet on Saturday. Um, long story. Whatever. Anyway, we can have another meeting thing whenever is good for you -- and again, sorry. Eep.
In other news, I'm going to curl up in bed and read and possibly witness the explosion of my head. Who knows.