Head, Bed, Dead ~ Cats and Gnats

I 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.

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I have four unusual cat photos.

( click here to see them wth commentary that's only available on the collectors' DVD )

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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.

'Tis an Ill Wind

It should be noted that my Mother Unit's first name is Wilma. Looks like this storm is going to be heinous. Everyone should feel blessed it's not named Tracy. Hurricane Tracy will, I'm certain, be the Storm to Ring in the Alpaca Lips. Or maybe I'm must assuming on the merit of ego.

I've slept the majority of the day. Usually, Imitrex doesn't make me sleepy but, this morning, the meds knocked me right out.

I feel the Moon approaching.

Friendly

I'm keen on making some new friends on LJ. There have been plenty of folks I've found interesting, but I have issues. My Inner Monk (Tony Shalhoub, not Saint Francis of Assisi) demands that I have the same number of mutual friends that I have of friends. The numbers must match or I start beating my head on the floor. So I'm a little shy about adding folks, preferring to add them back after they've added me because I'm already pretty confident that they want me around. So I need the help of my current buds. Please take the poll below and help a sister out. No one can see your answers, so please please please be honest!

Also, this is an amnesty post. If you've been keen on wanting to drop me from your friends list, but have felt uncomfortable in doing so, please do what you Will! No hard feelings will be felt. Just be aware that I'll have to drop you as well in order to maintain matching numbers. Cool?

[Poll #594039]

Lookie Lookie

The beautiful and talented blueskywonder did some Photoshop art just for li'l ole me.

( Sith Soul Sister )

This is now on my user info page, under my "Will Blog for Food" declaration, and there shall it remain.