7 posts tagged “headache”

Reading while sitting sideways on a bus isn't a good idea.  My head and tummy are all Topsy turvy because of it. 

The Terrorist made chicken hearts today.  Even texted me and asked me if I wanted him to save me some. 
Now, I'm not a huge carnivore.  I eat meat, yes.  Red meat too, but I have a hard time with certain parts.  I told him he didn't need to save me some then after talking to him about it for a minute or two I decided I could at least try one.  I told him to save me one and I'd try it.  I get home, go in the kitchen and there's a plate of little hearts waiting for me. 

I couldn't do it. 

You can see the little aorta's.  I can't eat something if I know what part it is and what that part does.  (Not sure if that makes sense but it doesn't matter.)  It reminds me of the food part of that show Fear Factor.  Blech.  Even though it's nothing like that.  Still... I can see the aorta. 

I need to go to bed. 

I have a feeling I'm going to dream about chicken hearts.

After reading through this post... I realize that it's sporadic and hard to understand because it's very stream of thought-ish.  I apologize but this heart thing has gotten me a bit frazzled. 

The boys are gone.

Little T took the bus for the first time today & Big T left to catch the max about a half an hour ago.
I woke up this morning with a monster headache.  Which isn't really surprising because I had one brewing when I went to bed.  I didn't think it'd get as bad as it did though.  Got up, got some aspirin, said good morning to the boys and had the intention of going back to bed until 9 or so.   That didn't happen, thanks to the anxiety dream I had about the bus not coming to pick up Little T*  I got up to make sure everything was kosher and the Terrorist was finishing up his coffee and about to head to work (Little T safely on the bus headed to school... phew.)

This cohabitation thing is going along swimmingly.   I think because it's been so long since I slept with someone I didn't sleep so well the first night but I'm fairly certain I'm over that because I was out like a rock last night. 

I have to go move shit around so the Terrorist can fit his bureau in here.  Then I think I might take a nap or chug a big pot of coffee.

* In the dream the bus never showed up and Big T had left to go to work and other weird stuff that doesn't make any sense now that I'm thinking about it and why it stressed me out... but it was a dream.  Dream's don't always make sense.

My plan was to smoke some reefer and blow off everything that I should do and do stuff I want to do. 
I fell asleep.  Opps.
And when I woke up my headache was worse than before.
I tried smoking more, I tried masturbation and currently I'm trying coffee.  Maybe it's a caffeine thing.
So far... nothing is working.

I'm torn I want to get out of the house and do things (by things I mean one of two things, 1. going to the caldera 2. going to the terrorists) but I don't have the energy to move.  The idea of showering and getting purdy to go up to the Caldera sounds kind of nauseating.  Same with the Terrorists place.  Though I don't need to get "purdy" to visit, human interaction just doesn't sound appealing, plus I think I need to force myself to have some solo time.  Since watching Little T the amount of time I have to myself has rapidly dwindled and I fear if I don't force some on myself on occasion I might get a little grumpy after awhile.  One thing I've learned that's actually kind of cool about getting older is the self awareness you develop and it's also kind of cool to be able to call my mom and have an actual conversation with her and be able to listen to the (awesome) advice that she gives without being all weird and defensive-ish and teenagery about it.

Okay. 
My brain is still scrambled.  (I was hoping the caffeine would kick in and make me feel more motivated and less pukish.)  That's not the case so I'm gonna create a "todo" list then I'm gonna go take a shower and then I'm going to go to bed.

Todo List 1.  (Stuff I need to do before going to bed)

•  Get both phones ready to be mailed out.
• Put all stuff I'm taking with me tomorrow in a pile some place easily seen.
• Attempt to pick up room a bit.  If nausea is too intense forget it
• Take long shower, shave, exfoliate.
• Look up computers w/ Jolene's discount.
• Anything else I may think of that I've been putting off.

• Be out of the house by 7.55a
• Mail phones.
• Check Po Box.
• Get gas.
• Mail a resume or two. 
  
• Possibly write out a cover letter for the Caldera.
• Finish picking out photo's for wall
• Possibly bring chosen photo files to WalGreens for printing.

It kind of cracks me up how my blog went from being filled with stories of my sexcapades to being filled with stories of what I did with the kid.

I'm okay with it, though.

Especially since Little T is going over to Grandpa T's house on Friday night and Big T and I are going to catch up on the sex we haven't been having. 
Yay!

My head hurts.  I woke up with a mild headache and though it hasn't gotten worse, it hasn't gotten any better either. 

Today, is a nice day.  We're gonna go to the library today and maybe the park.  Maybe a picnic in the park, nah, that sounds a bit over ambitious.  Oooh, and I need to go deposit my check and check my po box.  A friend of mine from back home was supposed to send me a heating pad that her mom made me (she made me one years ago but I lost it last summer) and I just got an email from her saying she sent it about 3 weeks ago.  I hope, I hope, I hope it's here!!

Okay, time to stop being a lazy ass and hop to it.

Ps.  I talked to my mom the other day and apparently her and the aunts (at least 2 of the aunts maybe all 3) are going to come out here next summer.  Plus I talked to Nathan and apparently he and the clan (Kathrine and Byron) are all planning on coming out here (moving out) next fall-ish.  I guess the plan is that they're going to get a place in Portland and stay for the lease then at the end of it they'll be moving out here.  (That's what the plan is, I'll believe it when I see it.)
Speaking of moving... the Terrorist kind of threw me a curve ball last night.  Mentioned something about living together.  It was only a mild surprise because last week when Nate was here he mentioned something about having "dibs" if Lesley moved out (I was joking that she'd be moving in with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.)  Which as he said.. It would make life a lot easier.  I would see him a whole hell of a lot more and I'd get the morning cuddle time that I now miss, plus I wouldn't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to shower and get up here by 8am* and though I'm not completely opposed to the idea I don't think convenience is a good reason to move in with someone.   

* Ass-crack of dawn being 7-730a and "up here" being 5 blocks from my house... but still.  :-)  

My head is throbbing. 
So badly that it kind of makes me want to vomit.

I closed with my manager tonight.  I don't know who's worse.  Her or New Guy.  At least with her I get all the tips and we're generally out of there super early.  She's very much a "go to work to work" type.  Which is cool and all but when it's as slow as it was tonight a little harmless chit chat would make the night go by a bit faster.  Ugh.

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.  Got there and was in bed within the hour.  Which is basically what our relationship has been reduced to over the past week or two.  He mentioned it this morning.  How it kind of bothers him that we haven't really gotten to spend much QT together. The comment kind of caught me off guard to be honest.  I don't really know why but it did.  It's not that I hadn't noticed it, it's not that I didn't agree with it, I just hadn't actually admitted it to myself until he vocalized the words.  Because of the whole "incapable of adult relationship's" thing I had tricked myself into thinking that it was just sex that I was missing I didn't even think of the emotional aspect.  Wow, that snuck up and bit me on the ass.  Oh well, life is busy for both of us at the moment and it's only going to get busier.  Which sucks, a lot, but there's not much we can do about it.  Just have to give it time, things will even out after a bit.  I hope.
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Fuck.  It's 230a.  I was supposed to be in bed by two.
I need to go to bed, I have to be downtown at 10a. 
Fuck, that's in less that eight hours. 

It's 132a.

I Got up 12 hours ago and it feels like two.  Where the fuck does the day go?
Actually, I know where it went.  It disappeared like the bottle of vodka that's nearly empty sitting in the freezer.  That, combined with a little bit of reefer, a little bit of video games and a lot of movies will make the day fucking disappear. 

I'm okay with that.
It was a good day.

I'm at the Terrorist's house.  I woke up this morning to his phone ringing then him coming in and informing me that his dad was going to be arriving "anywhere from now to 30 minutes."  After his dad left we proceeded to spike our drinks and dick around all day.  We watched three movies Reservoir Dogs, Grave of Fireflies (which is the fucking "saddest movie ever. Period."), and My neighbor Totoro (which was the antidote to Grave of Firefliess)  The last movie ended about 45 minutes or so ago.  The T asked me to rub him 'cause his back is bothering him (probably cause we've barely moved all day) which I gladly did and because my fingers are so magical (or it could be because we've been drinking for 10 hours) he passed out. 

I have a headache.  It's approaching throbing-ly bad.  I've been getting headaches the past couple of days.  Wonder what that's all about?

Nathan is coming to visit me in July.  He requested the other day that I start a count down on my blog as to when he's going to be here.  I don't know why he wants me to do this because he doesn't read my blog but I guess that's not really important. 

Let the count down begin...
Nathan will be here in.... A LONG FUCKING TIME.  (About two months)  The closer it gets the more specific I'll get.

I miss my roommate.
I haven't seen her in forever.  Well that's not entirely true.  She sliced her finger at work last night and I made her stop by here so the T could take a look at it.  She totally needs stitches but she didn't go.  Oh well, she'll survive.   We hung out for about two hours here but that's pretty much the most I've seen of her in like a week or so.

I need to go to bed.  My eye hurts.  So does my head.  Maybe they're related.

I sometimes hate coming up with subjects.  I can never think of anything fitting.

I need to go do laundry. 
I was supposed do it last night.  I had this big Laundry Party thing planned out.  AND I even had a back up plan in-case the laundry party didn't work out.  (Free laundry at the Terrorists!!)
So, why is it I need to go do laundry now, you ask? 
Cause I passed the fuck out at about 9pm last night.

Don't really know what happened.  The Terrorist and Little T came over last night for food.  They left about 7.30p I was still all hyped up and ready to go.  Called Chris to find out where he was and see if he wanted a ride home, went to get him.  Got back here, sat down.  My head started throbbing, I got really yucky feeling and decided to lay down on the couch.  Slept for about an hour, asked if Chris minded delaying laundry until tomorrow (today) then pretty much before I got a full answer I went and crawled into bed.  Slept for 2 more hours until Lesley got home, she's came in to talk to me, we both passed out for 2 hours (during which time apparently Chris came in, walked around, talked to us, we responded and then he left... Neither Lesley nor I remember this).  We woke up at 2am, she went to bed, I hung out with Chris for an hour then went back to bed.  And slept until 1030am.   That's like 12 or 13 hours of sleep.  That's fucking nuts.  I haven't gotten that much sleep in years.

Wow I get rambley about stupid shit.

Now I need to go do laundry.  Because if I do it first thing, it'll be over with, I can do laundry before I shower then when I get home with clean laundry, I can shower and have clean underwear (I'm out) and I ... I... aww fuck it, I'm just trying to convince myself.

I fucking hate doing laundry.
Well Scratch that... I fucking hate doing laundry at laundry mats.

Lesley's up.  Hopefully she'll motovate me.