So Un-Accomplished.
I'd planned to accomplish so much today. I was going to clean the apartment and then clean out and organize the kitchen cabinets and the fridge and freezer. I was going to change the litter box and clean Bobert's apartment. I was going to bake bread, choose a new recipe to try for dinner, and go shopping for whatever I needed to make it.
I cleaned Bob's apartment.
That's it. That's what I've accomplished so far today. Oh, and I made a scrambled egg burrito and some sweet tea that isn't sweet enough but isn't unsweet enough to be unsweetened, but which does at least provide me with a mechanism for getting caffeine into myself and yay for that.
I have a migraine hangover today. I don't often have them, and again, yay for that. Last night's migraine, though, came out of nowhere and was one of the worst I've had in a while. I was fine, I was fine, I was fine, I was throwing up and crying and oh my god in so much pain and most decidedly not fine anymore. I do not care for this particular sequence of events and would very much like to avoid repeating it in the future. I went to bed early, failed to die during the night, and woke up today feeling as though that failure really should have been rectified. I'm still headachey and sensitive to heat, light, and noise, and my brain feels as though it's swimming through pudding.
I would like some pudding. That would make things better. Alas, I have no milk and therefore cannot has pudding. I wonder if I could hire a post-migraine caretaker? I want someone to bring me apple juice and pet my hair and floop the blankie over me. Perhaps this caretaker could be convinced to acquire pudding. That would rock.
I cleaned Bob's apartment.
That's it. That's what I've accomplished so far today. Oh, and I made a scrambled egg burrito and some sweet tea that isn't sweet enough but isn't unsweet enough to be unsweetened, but which does at least provide me with a mechanism for getting caffeine into myself and yay for that.
I have a migraine hangover today. I don't often have them, and again, yay for that. Last night's migraine, though, came out of nowhere and was one of the worst I've had in a while. I was fine, I was fine, I was fine, I was throwing up and crying and oh my god in so much pain and most decidedly not fine anymore. I do not care for this particular sequence of events and would very much like to avoid repeating it in the future. I went to bed early, failed to die during the night, and woke up today feeling as though that failure really should have been rectified. I'm still headachey and sensitive to heat, light, and noise, and my brain feels as though it's swimming through pudding.
I would like some pudding. That would make things better. Alas, I have no milk and therefore cannot has pudding. I wonder if I could hire a post-migraine caretaker? I want someone to bring me apple juice and pet my hair and floop the blankie over me. Perhaps this caretaker could be convinced to acquire pudding. That would rock.