Jul 19, 2007 23:22
...from the blinding headache I had throughout the majority of the movie, I thoroughly enjoyed Transformers. And so did Xy, which was nice because I wasn't sure if I was being a bitch by dragging her to it.
And tomorrow I will go back to Victoria's Secret, whether there is AC or no, I will buy something. Alone. Capable. Willing. Damn straight.
I wonder now if it was the movie that gave me such a terrible headache, like everything hurt, I would've been happy to have my eyes roll straight back and pass out for the duration of the movie if I hadn't wanted to see it so damn much.
Afterwards, I dragged Xy into a CVS, bought the travel pack of aleve and downed a fourth of it. I feel slightly better, it's now just a mildly mind-bending headache that makes me feel like never getting out of bed again.
Today I learned that the windows on the sides of the Met you can step up into make perfect cover from freak rain showers that soak everything. That is if the rain isn't slanted into the window - it wasn't, though. I was wearing my low-cut red halter top and I think it's now my favourite shirt, I enjoy it a lot.
My right food will need to be wrapped tomorrow, most definitely.
Bed time now.