Head, Bed, Dead ~ Cats and Gnats
Oct. 19th, 2005 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielI woke up unbelievably early with a migraine that just didn't seem to want to quit. Popping an Imitrex, I lay back down for a short while. Thirty minutes passed and the headache was still raging, so I took another Imitrex and lay down again. The time I had allotted to get cleaned up and ready for the second part of the College Workshop 100. I was now officially late.
The headache continued, so I ate a pain pill and lay down on our marshmallow sofa. It was 9 AM by then. There was no way I would be able to go back to STC today. Actually, I'm not much concerned about it anyway, 'cos this is aimed toward folks who want to be art of Smart Jobs. Today would have consisted of listening to representatives from various local businesses while they told us what their expectations of new employees may be. What a crock o'doody.
Instead, I'm going to go over to One Stop, hopefully tomorrow, and see about WIA. I'm also going to call admin at STC and set up an appointment to tour the school and learn more about it, as well as taking my placement test to get that out of the way. I also need to fill out my financial aid forms and get that ball rolling.
The head has calmed down considerably, which is why I'm no online. If the head were still raging and vibrating, I would still be lying down preparing myself for the Big Sleep.
I have four unusual cat photos.
Here's one of Smidgen doing her ostrich impersonation.
Shmoop was lying on me last night. Earlier she had stuck a flag in my bellybutton and claimed for the Queen. Check out her gigantopaw. How deeply frightening is that?
I can't believe I got another one of those "freaky cat with evil death ray orbs of doom" photos, but I did. Goldie is obviously from outer space. Note her one small green-glowing orb and her one large yellow-glowing orb. Verily do I tremble.
And, lastly, Smidgen emerging from under the house in the back, behaving as though she just encountered a ghost. She then saw Goldie with her radioactive eyeballs and retreated back into the safe haven that is the underneath of my house.
There are gnats in our house. There are gnats all over the place. Everyone in the neighbourhood is having serious gnat issues here. I don't mind gnats and I don't kill them. Why bother? Their fucking gnats. The only problem I have with them is that they are quite inclined to fly right into your eyeballs. Why the hell do that do that? Don't they know it spells doom for them? There's really nothing worse than having a small creature struggling for freedom on the surface of your eyeball. I shudder from the mere thought of it.
The headache continued, so I ate a pain pill and lay down on our marshmallow sofa. It was 9 AM by then. There was no way I would be able to go back to STC today. Actually, I'm not much concerned about it anyway, 'cos this is aimed toward folks who want to be art of Smart Jobs. Today would have consisted of listening to representatives from various local businesses while they told us what their expectations of new employees may be. What a crock o'doody.
Instead, I'm going to go over to One Stop, hopefully tomorrow, and see about WIA. I'm also going to call admin at STC and set up an appointment to tour the school and learn more about it, as well as taking my placement test to get that out of the way. I also need to fill out my financial aid forms and get that ball rolling.
The head has calmed down considerably, which is why I'm no online. If the head were still raging and vibrating, I would still be lying down preparing myself for the Big Sleep.
I have four unusual cat photos.
Here's one of Smidgen doing her ostrich impersonation.
Shmoop was lying on me last night. Earlier she had stuck a flag in my bellybutton and claimed for the Queen. Check out her gigantopaw. How deeply frightening is that?
I can't believe I got another one of those "freaky cat with evil death ray orbs of doom" photos, but I did. Goldie is obviously from outer space. Note her one small green-glowing orb and her one large yellow-glowing orb. Verily do I tremble.
And, lastly, Smidgen emerging from under the house in the back, behaving as though she just encountered a ghost. She then saw Goldie with her radioactive eyeballs and retreated back into the safe haven that is the underneath of my house.
There are gnats in our house. There are gnats all over the place. Everyone in the neighbourhood is having serious gnat issues here. I don't mind gnats and I don't kill them. Why bother? Their fucking gnats. The only problem I have with them is that they are quite inclined to fly right into your eyeballs. Why the hell do that do that? Don't they know it spells doom for them? There's really nothing worse than having a small creature struggling for freedom on the surface of your eyeball. I shudder from the mere thought of it.
