Corner of Bourbon & Division

I am not feeling great tonight. I've had this nagging headache on and off since last week, and I thought it was because I'd neglected to wear my mouth guard to bed, but I've been wearing it the past two nights and while the headache improved considerably, it hasn't completely gone away.

So I'm going to call it an early night and see if that helps more.

 Today was a pretty good day, though. I kind of  felt like I was spinning my wheels at work, but I think if I look at it objectively later on (when I don't have a headache) I will find that it wasn't the case at all.

I had dinner with my supervisor and his wife yesterday, and had a lovely time. I went there in order to get lilacs for the garden (he has a bunch overgrowing his yard), and they are currently trying to find a foothold in my garden. We had a great time: he showed me his garden (gorgeous, though precious few vegetables), and the rest of his home, into which they've obviously poured a lot of love and time and care. They are fonder of little knick-knacks and tacky doo-dads than I am, including lots of little china figurines of cutesy gnomes and things, but on the whole it was a charming home. Dinner was delicious, and we had a lot of fun playing with their parakeet, Billy.

The patio furniture arrived this morning, and moonandtree helped me put together the table (with some assistance from George, naturally). If I have time tomorrow I'll put together the barbecue, and maybe eventually I'll actually get some tidying and cleaning done.

I have randomly developed a headache since about 16:00, which has been lurking in the back of my head and behind my right eye. I should probably medicate it, but I've been too lazy and distracted. I think it's a tiredness-related headache more than anything else. It's not a migraine, although it shows all the signs of being the precursor to one (the stabbing feeling behind the eye is a gimme)

In more pleasant news, I went to Hurley's tonight, where I spent several very happy hours with tcaptain and maya_banana chatting about their honeymoon and looking at photos. We were joined by miseri, who was unfortunately feeling a bit under the weather. On the whole, though, a good time was had by all.

I am now going to go crash. Stupid headache.

G'ight all. :)

If ever I needed proof that I was overtired, having these annoying headaches every couple of days, and now this one for three days running, has been ample proof. Right now it's migrated into a stabby pain behind my left eye.

I want the headache to be gone now, please.

Using this icon because it amuses me. :)

1- Discount continues to be made of fail. Not only did they not find my notebook, they in fact did not look for it at all. At this point, I'm calling it a loss.

Now I have to re-build my notebook from scratch. There's a ton of information in there (spanning nearly two years), and there's some I probably won't be able to get again. I am pissed.

2- I have a sun-induced headache. I am attempting to beat it back with Tylenol. I hope it works. Another four and a half hours of this could get tiresome.

3- God help me, I have discovered how to customize my wish lists on Amazon.ca. Thusly I can keep track of which books I want for which reason, without having to scroll through several pages that are in order of the date on which I added them, which doesn't help me in the slightest.

I may be doomed.

On the other hand, I'm not allowed to buy books until I move. Well, okay, maybe a couple. But no more than I can read before I move. That's final. I mean it. Absolutely.

4- I think I may have more plans than is really healthy for one already-busy individual to have. Somehow, though, I am undaunted.

Huh. Safari just auto-filled in my title for me. I guess I must've used it before. So I added another word in just to spite the auto-fill thingie.

Anyway, the day should be far from over, except that I got smacked upside the head with the Two-By-Four Of Tired™.

The day started out beautifully enough. I got up at 8:30, which was half an hour later than I'd planned but well within the one-hour-of-oversleeping parameters I allowed myself. I had a nice shower (not rushed the way I am on weekday mornings) and made myself bacon & eggs, which I specifically bought last night for this purpose. I checked LJ, and was out the door at 9:30 in order to feed the felines downstairs.

In feline news, Grimmie has ceased running away in complete abject terror when I come in. Now he stops on the first stair going to the basement before remembering that I am, in fact, his friend, and that I shall soon be providing him with food. Saash still hates me because I'm not her mummy.

I got to the rehearsal space at about 9:50, and spent an hour or so trying to beat "Enter Sandman" into submission, with little success. I stopped for a break around 11:00, expecting toughlovemuse and owldaughter to be showing up at any minute.

By 11:10 I began to suspect that band practice had been cancelled without my knowledge. ai731 is out of town this week, and karine had a last-minute scheduling conflict. I thought that it might not be an unreasonable stretch of the imagination to conclude that practice had, in fact, been cancelled.

My suspicions were confirmed when, then minutes later, a rather harried toughlovemuse came in. She'd tried to reach me by phone (impossible since I wasn't at home), had then lost her metro pass, and had encountered any number of annoyances and obstacles on her way to rehearsal so that I wouldn't have to wait all by myself for people who would never show up, which I thought was very sweet and totally above and beyond the call of duty.

We took advantage of her presence to continue hammering "Enter Sandman" into submission, and I am pleased to say that I have finally been able to play all the way through to Concert Letter D, although I'm still having a few problems in Concert Letter B with the placement of a cymbal crash.

After about an hour's worth of practice we called it a day, and toughlovemuse decided to be a bad, bad influence and take me to the quilting shop in Pointe Claire. :::drooooool:::

Repeat to self: I do NOT need another hobby. I do NOT need another hobby. I do NOT need another hobby...

I picked up something for a Soopar Seekrit Projekt. I am pleased. :D


After that we had lunch at a slightly overpriced tea room that adjoined the quilting shop (which was also overpriced, I might add), and then partook of ice cream at a little stand further down the street.

I dropped toughlovemuse at home after that, because the poor thing stepped on her foot wrong and sprained her ankle along the way. So we figured it was better for her to go home and put up the poor abused foot with some ice rather than continue traipsing about on it.

I left her safe and sound, and hied myself to Chapters where I bought myself a copy of The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russel, which we'll be discussing at the next chapter of the Nebula Book Club this coming Wednesday. I've read about 10 pages so far, and I think I'm going to get hooked very quickly.

I'm home now. I didn't end up going to Loblaw's as I'd planned, because, as I mentioned I am teh t1r3d, and I have a very annoying headache, though it thankfully doesn't appear to be a migraine. I shall go to bed early tonight, get up early tomorrow and do all the stuff that I meant to get done today. It's not that much, I don't think. If I'm up between 8:00 and 9:00 again I should have plenty of time to get all this stuff done.

It's 7:15 now, or thereabouts. I shall do my dishes, settle down with my book for a few minutes, and then turn in. That sounds like a plan to me.

Stay tuned for more fascinating insights into the Life of Phnee, folks. ;)