I am really tired of stabbing eye pain headaches.
If you can't figure out how the last two random thoughts are connected, let me' splain. No, there is too much, let me sum up. Excedrin is my bestest friend in the whole world even when it just makes the pain retreat a little.
I love Anne of Green Gables. I miss the days when Christine and I used to pull down the shades and hunker down for an all day viewing of both of the Anne sagas. Gilbert. sigh
I worked for approximately four hours today and came home exhausted and in pain and fell asleep for three hours. I felt less tired but more lethargic when I woke up and the headache was coming back full-force. I start my new full-time job on Monday. Two days a week I will have an infant and a two year old, two days a week just the infant (at first at least). Four ten hour days plus a half hour commute each way. Am I crazy to think I can do this?
Michael and I have made our peace and I'm back to thinking he's the greatest guy ever. Just not the guy meant for me. I have no doubt that he's going to make someone very, very happy someday and I'll try not to be jealous and send her hate mail. I reserve the right to become sad and whiny again at any time but right now, I'm doing well.
I'm obsessed with the idea of moving to Oregon. Portland, specifically. I don't know if it will really happen and if it does it won't be for at least 4 months (my job ends in May) but it sure is fun looking at rentals on Craigslist. I'm weird that way.
I have runner's knee. Ha!
Also, shoulder tendonitis.
I am approximately 80 years old.
I hope I don't live to be old because I can't imagine what it will be like if I feel this crappy now.
If I do though, I hope I'm fun to be with and not a burden. I'll unquestionably be poor so I'll either be living in a dumpster or sponging off of someone. It would be nice if I could at least be entertaining to my spongees or the other homeless people in the alley.
I had this exchange with a three year old the other day-
Boy (playing with trains): Shoot! *sidelong glance up at me* I said shoot.
Me: You did!
Boy: My train fell over. You say shoot when something falls over.
Me: Um hmmm.
Boy: *extra sidelong assessing glances up at me and a careful pause* You don't say fuckit. You say shoot.
Me: *strangling laughter* That's right, shoot is much better to say!