I went to the Public Library and got my first library card. I liked it there. I may even go back and study. What a new concept, studying at a library! Can you believe I'm a librarian and I've never done that before?
Also, I have been wavering on the edge of wanting bangs for awhile. Today I broke out and did it. I think I like them, but I'm not over the shock yet to truly judge them.
Today was a loverly Saturday. I hope yours was too!
Last night this blasted frigid air forced me to turn on the blasted furnace which in turn blasted me with a cussin migraine.
I had the craziest and most insane dreams. I battled the Greek Gods, dueled Lord Voldemort and my head exploded. Sleep was on short-order last night and I paid dearly.
I woke up this morning feeling as though I spent the night wandering the desert looking for Jim Morrison (Wayne's World style). My mouth felt as though a sand paper factory had started up overnight and my cerebral cortex had most definitely had a jackhammer crew working full throttle.
So I did something for the first time all school year, I called my boss and claimed a sick day!
With the help of air-conditioning, a liter of water, advil, excedrin and my ever so important Holly Golightly face mask, I recovered by noon. Thank you Holly and FredFlare.com.
I finally got my emissions done on Bartholomew, though I couldn't figure out how to find the mileage gage.
I went to McDonalds to visit the parents, having forgotten that I was pulling a Jaquoin Pheonix today with my knit beret and Raybans and all-around uncleanliness. I was indeed laughed at, but I got a free coke to heal the headache that was threatening to make an encore.
I came home to find my dear sweet Alfie hanging in the kitchen and I scratched her belly to welcome her back to the family. I do hope she is allowed to stay this time or I move out in time to save her.
Now I sit in my room looking forward to the rest of the day. I hope to salvage this day with finishing the fixing of the mess that is my habitat. I will see two of my favorite Pardens later and spend time reading subtitles.
Sick days can be a good thing in the end, even if I truly hate the feeling of letting my job down. So take that crazy dreams and increasingly painful blood pressure of my brain matter, you cannot keep me down!!!