Here is a picture of a messed up limb after a storm. It's kind of how my head felt for a while this evening.
I was trying to fight off a migraine most of today. It never got really bad, but it made me all stooopid and spaced out and after work there was much resting and taking of mini naps. The good news is that I think I killed it. The even better news is that in my migraine induced stupor, I decided to clean the hell out of my kitchen, water all my plants and make some raspberry lemonade. Yeah, I know. Maybe I should get migraines more often (No really, cruel sarcastic universal power, I'm just kidding. I didn't mean it. Don't wreak more migraine vengeance upon me.)
Me and some of my girly friends doing a hula dance.
Since Friday is a holiday, tomorrow is my Friday...And it's just that kind of thinking that's been screwing me up all week. I keep thinking my pretend Friday is my real Friday and getting all confused about what day it really is. It's a wonder sometimes how I manage to function on a regular basis, work at the same institution for eleven years or raise two daughters. I think it must be true what they say about Jesus taking pity on small children and morons. That is what it says in the bible, isn't it? Eh, something like that.
Anyway, I'm off to bed. I plan on having a fucking awesome three day weekend with a clean kitchen, cold beverages, fun friends and family and as much dancing as humanly possible. I hope you all get to do the same.