Christmas, the Expanded Version
Dec. 26th, 2008 12:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5I have spent every second since I set foot in Syracuse with a splitting headache. I already spent one night throwing up from it, but last night was the worst. I haven't had a bad one like that in years. I threw up every time I moved (note: puking grilled cheese is bizzare) so needless to say I missed out on decorating the tree, going to church, opening my first present, and all the fun Christmas Eve stuff we normally do. I finally passed out around 2; woke up at 4, and lo and behold, no headache! Alas. Went to the bathroom and it was all over. Then I got pissed and took 3 sudafed and 6 ibuprofen, puked again, and finally fell asleep around four. I may have overdosed slightly, but by God, that headache was dead.
Spent most of today being tired and sluggish. I got a Chevy hat, a crock pot, awesome jewelry, and a mug from the Cloisters. Andy came over for dinner and the Chinese food was awesome as always.
I got absolutely nothing accomplished. Didn't work on XXX or Christie's embroideries.
Had weird text convos with J. This is nothing new; it's just annoying cause he dropped a bombshell question, I dropped a bombshell answer, and he stopped responding. Now I have to sit here and calm myself down. His phone died. He fell asleep. He went out with friends. He was not, contrary to my imagination, kidnapped by angry mobsters, aliens, driven off a bridge and drowned, nor did he elope with his ex to Vegas.
Although, with him? Who knows. Arrrrrrgh.
.
Spent most of today being tired and sluggish. I got a Chevy hat, a crock pot, awesome jewelry, and a mug from the Cloisters. Andy came over for dinner and the Chinese food was awesome as always.
I got absolutely nothing accomplished. Didn't work on XXX or Christie's embroideries.
Had weird text convos with J. This is nothing new; it's just annoying cause he dropped a bombshell question, I dropped a bombshell answer, and he stopped responding. Now I have to sit here and calm myself down. His phone died. He fell asleep. He went out with friends. He was not, contrary to my imagination, kidnapped by angry mobsters, aliens, driven off a bridge and drowned, nor did he elope with his ex to Vegas.
Although, with him? Who knows. Arrrrrrgh.
.
