oof.
Hm, again Lith uses LJ to bitch and moan. Lith swears Lith is usually in a good mood though.
Spent the entire day napping on account of one of those badass headaches that makes you hurl if you move. Finally managed to keep some medicine down a few hours ago, though, so the fucker finally went away. I'm still exhausted though, so as soon as I get some eatin' on, I think I'll put a lovely Frazer-narrated Second Doctor episode in me stereo and crash for the night.
I could probably avoid this bullshit entirely by going on some butterfly-froo-froo xanax type shit since I finally have actual working medical insurance, but I hate the idea of being on drugs all the time to prevent a problem that crops up maybe once a month. Plus I'm still not sure whether it's mostly stress or just a failure to eat on a schedule that touches this crap off. I am ridiculously bad at eating on a schedule, but it's pretty stupid not to just take such a simple step and see how much it helps. *is annoyed with self*
OTOH I had some fuckoff wacky dreams during all this. For example I dreamed Donna from Doctor Who got splattered, 28 days later style, by Nestene goo and turned into a speedboat.
Torchwood ended on a bit of a mishmash of Anakin Skywalker bullshit, but ah well. New Doctor Who is fun enough so far, if pretty ridiculously messianic. Been listening to a lot of the old stuff during work too. I forgot how much I like most of the pre-plot banter at the beginning of most Fourth Doctor stories. Also been trying to watch Blake's 7, but oh god. I love many things about it, but it does plod so. It's perfect for having on in the background whilst doing other things, though. Just look up whenever Avon starts dissing people. Same for Third Doctor era Doctor Who - just look up whenever the Brig or Sgt. Benton is being awesome.
Hoo. Yeah, so. Gonna finish this sammich, get some rest and take a day not-off tomorrow to get a project done at work. Work totally rocks, btw.
Spent the entire day napping on account of one of those badass headaches that makes you hurl if you move. Finally managed to keep some medicine down a few hours ago, though, so the fucker finally went away. I'm still exhausted though, so as soon as I get some eatin' on, I think I'll put a lovely Frazer-narrated Second Doctor episode in me stereo and crash for the night.
I could probably avoid this bullshit entirely by going on some butterfly-froo-froo xanax type shit since I finally have actual working medical insurance, but I hate the idea of being on drugs all the time to prevent a problem that crops up maybe once a month. Plus I'm still not sure whether it's mostly stress or just a failure to eat on a schedule that touches this crap off. I am ridiculously bad at eating on a schedule, but it's pretty stupid not to just take such a simple step and see how much it helps. *is annoyed with self*
OTOH I had some fuckoff wacky dreams during all this. For example I dreamed Donna from Doctor Who got splattered, 28 days later style, by Nestene goo and turned into a speedboat.
Torchwood ended on a bit of a mishmash of Anakin Skywalker bullshit, but ah well. New Doctor Who is fun enough so far, if pretty ridiculously messianic. Been listening to a lot of the old stuff during work too. I forgot how much I like most of the pre-plot banter at the beginning of most Fourth Doctor stories. Also been trying to watch Blake's 7, but oh god. I love many things about it, but it does plod so. It's perfect for having on in the background whilst doing other things, though. Just look up whenever Avon starts dissing people. Same for Third Doctor era Doctor Who - just look up whenever the Brig or Sgt. Benton is being awesome.
Hoo. Yeah, so. Gonna finish this sammich, get some rest and take a day not-off tomorrow to get a project done at work. Work totally rocks, btw.