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Woke up this morning, and the headache is still here. Even after the bath and Imitrex last night. I just took a couple of Excedrin and they're helping a little. I also realized I've been through half a bottle of Excedrin in the past two weeks. That used to be normal (a couple of years ago) but hasn't been lately. That's very odd.
I'm also scratching myself to death. I've got bug bites all over my ankles and feet. I can't figure out where I got them, but I have the sneaking suspicion there's a bug in my house. Grrrrrr....
At Target yesterday, I picked up some hair dye. I've officially gotten the obsession again. Must make hair red! It's a slightly different color from what I used to do (which was a very unnatural, dark dark burgandy) but it's still plenty red. My hairdresser is going to kill me when I go in to get my trim on Saturday, but I can't afford to have her do it for me. I'm plenty vain, but $125 is just too much to spend on hair in my book. Maybe she'll give me a freebie if I whine. I've been going to her for 5 years and through 2 salons now. Wow.
Work is slow, but should be picking up. Unfortunately, that's because I just found out one of the consultants who does the same type of stuff I do is leaving the project. I hope that doesn't mean she got laid off. So after this week, we'll be down to 3 women and ~25 men over here.
I'm starving. And it's not even noon. I've been an eating machine lately during the day, then have had no appetite at night until I'm ready to go to bed. Maybe my blood sugar's wacky and causing the headaches. Oh, look at me grasping at straws now.
I told t. a couple weeks ago that I never dream about teeth. And then last night I had a weird dream about some bizarre dentist. I was getting my wisdom teeth out (I've already been through that twice in real life) and the dentist showed me my teeth in a mirror and told me he was going to have to do a general anesthetic because I had some wacky fang thing coming out from under one of my molars. But, he kept trying to tell me not to do it, because the anesthetic would probably give me arthritis. What?! Then he enlisted my mom, who was in the waiting room to come in and argue with me because I was insisting on having the surgery anyway (the fang was freaking me out.) Odd.
Alright, I'm going to go organize my college homecoming hotel and stuff (5 year reunion already?!) and find out who is coming with me and who isn't. I also need to email the radio station manager to see if there are alumni slots left for the 50th anniversary. I want to resurrect the ChickRock hours so badly! We stay at this swanky hotel every year and act obnoxious, but not nearly so obnoxious as the frat boys reclaiming their lost youth. Should be fun. Will have to find out if the people I actually hung out with in college are going to be there, and I should probably send D. a message by then so that it's not horribly awkward if I see him there.
I'm also scratching myself to death. I've got bug bites all over my ankles and feet. I can't figure out where I got them, but I have the sneaking suspicion there's a bug in my house. Grrrrrr....
At Target yesterday, I picked up some hair dye. I've officially gotten the obsession again. Must make hair red! It's a slightly different color from what I used to do (which was a very unnatural, dark dark burgandy) but it's still plenty red. My hairdresser is going to kill me when I go in to get my trim on Saturday, but I can't afford to have her do it for me. I'm plenty vain, but $125 is just too much to spend on hair in my book. Maybe she'll give me a freebie if I whine. I've been going to her for 5 years and through 2 salons now. Wow.
Work is slow, but should be picking up. Unfortunately, that's because I just found out one of the consultants who does the same type of stuff I do is leaving the project. I hope that doesn't mean she got laid off. So after this week, we'll be down to 3 women and ~25 men over here.
I'm starving. And it's not even noon. I've been an eating machine lately during the day, then have had no appetite at night until I'm ready to go to bed. Maybe my blood sugar's wacky and causing the headaches. Oh, look at me grasping at straws now.
I told t. a couple weeks ago that I never dream about teeth. And then last night I had a weird dream about some bizarre dentist. I was getting my wisdom teeth out (I've already been through that twice in real life) and the dentist showed me my teeth in a mirror and told me he was going to have to do a general anesthetic because I had some wacky fang thing coming out from under one of my molars. But, he kept trying to tell me not to do it, because the anesthetic would probably give me arthritis. What?! Then he enlisted my mom, who was in the waiting room to come in and argue with me because I was insisting on having the surgery anyway (the fang was freaking me out.) Odd.
Alright, I'm going to go organize my college homecoming hotel and stuff (5 year reunion already?!) and find out who is coming with me and who isn't. I also need to email the radio station manager to see if there are alumni slots left for the 50th anniversary. I want to resurrect the ChickRock hours so badly! We stay at this swanky hotel every year and act obnoxious, but not nearly so obnoxious as the frat boys reclaiming their lost youth. Should be fun. Will have to find out if the people I actually hung out with in college are going to be there, and I should probably send D. a message by then so that it's not horribly awkward if I see him there.