Oh Hai.
Holy migraine, Batman! Ugh. It's actually quite mild, as far as migraines go, but still. DO NOT WANT. Caffeine therapy has not yet worked. I wonder if nap therapy would? I'm fairly certain the Imitrex would do the trick, but of course I have no idea where it is. I'm betting laundry therapy is not going to do much to help, but alas, that's what's on the agenda for this evening.
It was a challenge to drag myself out of bed this morning. I woke up because the 79 cans of Sunkist sparklint lemonade I drank last night were finished with me, and made the mistake of looking at the clock. Four minutes until the alarm. Ordinarily I'd just get up and get started with the day, because there is no way I'm going to fall asleep knowing I have only four minutes. Not this morning! I lay there, trying to ignore the cat who was evidently either trying to make a nest in my hair or expressing an opinion on my early-morning coiffure, and attempted to will time to stop. I succeeded with neither. I did, however, get up with a lovely Flock of Seagullsesque 'do. Spectacular.
On the bright side, a lady from my doctor's office called to tell me that the lab results have come back from my mole removal thingy and all is well. I am cancer-free, and yay for that. She asked if I had an appointment to come in to have the stitches removed. I considered telling her that no, I'd chosen instead to gnaw them out myself, but I thought better of it. She was a nice lady and didn't deserve unfiltered trista that early on Monday-but-not morning.
I want my weekend back. It was nice and I wasn't ready to let go of it. A large part of the weekend was spent on the couch, watching "Smallville" and beading. I made a truly dreadful ring which I will either take apart or send to my sister (Hi, shinigumi! It's not actually bad. It's just that it's much more you than me. Small and flashy and cute.), and half of a very elaborate bracelet. I started the bracelet Sunday night and hoped to wear it to work today. Ha! I started with it again at about 8:30 yesterday morning and finally put it away at 10:00 last night. Did I mention the part where I've finished half of it? Only half of it? Yeah. Maybe I'll be able to wear it by Friday. It's so pretty and I'm having so much fun that I don't mind at all that it's taking so long. Also, if I were to do more with my beads than take them out and pet them before putting them away again, it would probably be going much more quickly than it currently is. Still, I have a new respect for people who do this stuff for a living. I have no idea how they do it. I haven't sufficient powers of concentration to do something like this bracelet followed by something else like this bracelet. The beads in the organizey cases are too shiny; they distract me and I cannot finish very many of the complex things without setting them aside to start something new.
I'm almost finished with season four of "Smallville." Season five is on the dining room table, waiting for me. Yay! I'm really enjoying this. I shall be quite sad when I've finished the whole thing. I've no idea what I'll watch next. "Sex and the City," maybe?
My train of thought has flown away. It's been that kind of day, my little FriendBots. My train has flown, and I have no idea what I was going to say next. So instead of saying anything, I shall give you another picture. This is The fontosaurus's cat, Scout, with Lebowski. Scout was terrified of Lebowski when the two were first introduced. Now, though, not so much.
It was a challenge to drag myself out of bed this morning. I woke up because the 79 cans of Sunkist sparklint lemonade I drank last night were finished with me, and made the mistake of looking at the clock. Four minutes until the alarm. Ordinarily I'd just get up and get started with the day, because there is no way I'm going to fall asleep knowing I have only four minutes. Not this morning! I lay there, trying to ignore the cat who was evidently either trying to make a nest in my hair or expressing an opinion on my early-morning coiffure, and attempted to will time to stop. I succeeded with neither. I did, however, get up with a lovely Flock of Seagullsesque 'do. Spectacular.
On the bright side, a lady from my doctor's office called to tell me that the lab results have come back from my mole removal thingy and all is well. I am cancer-free, and yay for that. She asked if I had an appointment to come in to have the stitches removed. I considered telling her that no, I'd chosen instead to gnaw them out myself, but I thought better of it. She was a nice lady and didn't deserve unfiltered trista that early on Monday-but-not morning.
I want my weekend back. It was nice and I wasn't ready to let go of it. A large part of the weekend was spent on the couch, watching "Smallville" and beading. I made a truly dreadful ring which I will either take apart or send to my sister (Hi, shinigumi! It's not actually bad. It's just that it's much more you than me. Small and flashy and cute.), and half of a very elaborate bracelet. I started the bracelet Sunday night and hoped to wear it to work today. Ha! I started with it again at about 8:30 yesterday morning and finally put it away at 10:00 last night. Did I mention the part where I've finished half of it? Only half of it? Yeah. Maybe I'll be able to wear it by Friday. It's so pretty and I'm having so much fun that I don't mind at all that it's taking so long. Also, if I were to do more with my beads than take them out and pet them before putting them away again, it would probably be going much more quickly than it currently is. Still, I have a new respect for people who do this stuff for a living. I have no idea how they do it. I haven't sufficient powers of concentration to do something like this bracelet followed by something else like this bracelet. The beads in the organizey cases are too shiny; they distract me and I cannot finish very many of the complex things without setting them aside to start something new.
I'm almost finished with season four of "Smallville." Season five is on the dining room table, waiting for me. Yay! I'm really enjoying this. I shall be quite sad when I've finished the whole thing. I've no idea what I'll watch next. "Sex and the City," maybe?
My train of thought has flown away. It's been that kind of day, my little FriendBots. My train has flown, and I have no idea what I was going to say next. So instead of saying anything, I shall give you another picture. This is The fontosaurus's cat, Scout, with Lebowski. Scout was terrified of Lebowski when the two were first introduced. Now, though, not so much.