is getting very very old... I wake up with it, I fight it back with aspirin and caffeine during the day and I go to sleep with it.
I've developed a monogamous relationship with a pain in the neck...
Well, I wanted a real relationship... I guess this is what you get when you are really really vague in your prayers... insert weak laugh here.
I'm back to not sleeping well, Despite my melatonin. I have a feeling that that might be due to the copious amounts of caffeine I swig during the day to avoid taking more migraine pills (In case you didn't actually know one of the biggest ingredient in Advil and Excedrin migraine is caffeine and I would much rather get my doses in a bottle of Pepsi) I do generally stop when I hit the two and three hour mark before bed but I guess the build up is taking it's toll.
Well, I'm not going to complain. I do it to myself, so if I'm going to bitch at someone I might as well do it in the mirror and no good ever came of belittling myself in the mirror.
My heat smells like melting plastic. I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing...
So this morning, I don't go back to sleep. I am to take my moms neighbor to her doctors appointment. This is never a bother... In fact, I offered to take her.
Mrs. Lora is a sweet old lady that I would be proud to have as a grandmother. She has an elderly husband that they can never seem to get his sugar under control. One night it was actually under 10. When my mom is mobile she drives her back and forth to the hospital to visit him when he's there but when she's not I do. And it's curious how this came about. Mrs. Lora never really asked anyone for anything so far as I can tell, she's sweet and so far as I can figure everyone likes her. Yet when her husband was in a rehab (the kind for after a long hospital stay) about two months ago, she asked several people to take her up there. not take her and wait for her, just take her in the morning and come back for her in the afternoon. Like eight hours later. The place was quite literally five minutes from the senior complex where they live and do you know that people in that damn complex told her they would take her but she had to pay them twenty-five dollars!?!?!?!? I mean, dude! WTF? It's like a six block ride and they wanted her to pay that... Some people are shameless. Mommy and I offered. For free.
I swear, I had a lock on my gasoline soaked basket on the way to hell, but since moving here, I'm a much nicer person and look at me funny if you want to, but I'm not sure that's actually a good thing.
Did you ever see that Simpsons episode where Homer stopped being angry at Bart and these large lumps broke out on his neck? I feel like that's what my headaches are... Unused meanness. And that eventually it's either going to lump up on me and maybe kill me or come out in one big terrorist size blast that's going to fuck me with a lot of people. I'm talking massive scale like going t the Panthers Stadium and putting glue on all the seats so that no one can ever leave and then piping in the soundtrack to The Sound of Music in Tagolan (That's the language from Thailand).
I want coffee, but that would be a bad idea. Well not really. But it is a bad idea because for some reason, coffee, right now, tastes really bad no matter how I fix it and instead of wasting my precious supply I just choose not to start my day off disgusted.
Today is going to be one of those days that when I actually start my running, the Devil is going to look up and say, "Crap she's awake!"
UPDATE: Mrs. Lora called my mom who just called me. She doesn't have to go to the Dr. today! Yay! I can grab those last few hours of sleep by the tail!
Side note while I have time: Remember that man that I kept telling you I've been dreaming about? He's back. Well, he never really went away, but now he's back in a really clear way. Guys, I have seen his face. Fate or Morpheus or whoever is to take blame for dreams finally let me see his face and OMIGOD, if ever this man has been created, I'm going to have to fight hordes of women just to get at him... Then again, maybe not because he and I seem to have a connection. It's not really a surprise that he's white. Ive seen glimpses of him from different angles and I've seen his children. his eyes are what surprised me most. They are green with flecks of amber in then. And I finally placed his accent. It's definitely a Texas twang. My love is from Texas. Or his family is. Or he is there. IDK and IDC. I've heard his voice. His voice is like Kahlua gliding over ice cubes. Sigh...
Okay, the last child has left for school. Since I don't have to take anyone anywhere, I'm going to slide back into bed and grab a few z's...
When I get up, I think I might put my winter curtains back up. the sheer white ones are really only for spring and summer and since someone apparently hit the Autumn button for Charlotte, they aren't conducive to keeping my house warm... The life of a house...mom?
Okay, the brain is obviously started its shutdown mode sequence so Fare thee well all!!
