1 week…
It’s bad enough that I had a headache on my birthday. It’s worse when said headache has been around for the past week. This is ridiculous. I blame my procrastination for taking so long to get it checked out, but I’m doing it this week. It’s cutting into my life. Some days it’s unbearable, and now even Excedrin, that used to work, doesn’t anymore. I could take it now, but the thing is I don’t want to build up too much of a resistance, ya know? It really sucks.
In other news, my birthday was quiet. Too quiet. I spent half the day with friends, which was a good thing, but then I come home and I do nothing. I didn’t get a cake or anything like that, but it’s all gravy–I did get some Fettuccine Alfredo out of it–my favorite comfort food, second to only chocolate. Like I said Last year, “You know what the best thing about being 22 is? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Unless you count being 8 years away from 30 something.” Just switch out that 22 with 23. T’aint shit different, unless you count being 7 years away from 30 different.
Oh, man, my entries are becoming much more frequent. I guess that can be a good thing. Or I can be going through a manic blogger stage. I wonder if they have Blogger Lamictal… Not only this, but I’m winding down the work on P739. Thank goodness. You know I bless the person who says if you want something done right, then do it yourself. But I also curse them, because it’s a pain in the ass to do all by yourself, especially under an aggressive form of seasonal depression. I survived though. Yay!
