My Brain Hurts!


Let's just say anna_lise_a and I have more in common now than we used to.

I had a little incident last night with a huge hot cup of coffee.

Um, ouch.

Anyways.

I have a horrendous headache; I just took three Tylenol and a quadruple espresso (for medicinal purposes) and hope it goes away soon.

Meanwhile Sis is hounding me to go to goddamn Bayfest. I know that when we go, I will be so zapped by the pounding heat that I will be useless for the rest of the day; hence, I need to get my three or four major cleaning projects done before I go.

I'm not going to do them while my head still feels like this, though.

I wish one of you ... any one of you, even some random lurking oddball I've never spoken with ... would come over and stand there and talk to me about something intelligent or amusing or in any way engaging while I work.

One reason I still have this shit to do today is that I spent something like six hours on the phone yesterday with my mom (yes, she's back from Ireland), and I can't work while on the phone, especially the corded phone (since the cordless wasn't charged, of course; if nothing else, I am going to have twelve-foot-long farging phone cords wherever I live next). And before that, we spent four hours at the vet waiting to get the cat certified to travel (on a cooler note, I ran into one of my students there with her cat!).

My Ancient Admirer saw my tattoo today and castigated me, accusing me of not being able to think for myself. I was really pissed. He was also whiny because I didn't go out for coffee with him; sorry, but I can't because I have a splitting headache and I have a million things to do and my daughter is calling me every two minutes asking about farging Bayfest, kthxbye ... then I feel guilty for not being more accommodating to an 85-year-old man.

Gah. This sucks. It feels like nothing short of trephination is going to stop this thing.