sleep frogging, again. and prison.
|we went to dinner with one of my most favorite peeps in the world...ne-galaxy...last night. as you know, i have been fighting a migraine for a few days now...i took a new pill that my dr had given me, napped for 15 minutes and when jake woke me up, i felt better. high, but better. i can do high. so we went. i was ravenously hungry, gobbled about half of my food. and then...my head didn't hurt, but the nausea part of the migraine came back. i went to the bathroom. sat on the toilet with my head between my knees. ok. i feel better. get up, exit the stall. oh no...i am gonna puke...go sit back down...head betwixt knees...repeat several times, while jake and john wonder if i am the chubbiest bulemic ever. i finally pull it together and i really want to stay, but i have the chills and that pukey feeling, and i worry that i might puke in the car. so we leave, planning to see each other tonight, as well. we get home, i shower, take migraine drugs, decide to knit a clutch to dye and do some shibori on and felt. i remember knitting it. when i wake up, it has been frogged and wound back onto the ball. so odd. i also eat stuff and don't remember. or bake. or write emails. or have conversations. i attempt not to talk to anyone late at night, although amy is well aware that i do it and just disregards anything i say, like "we should go to london next month!" despite the fact that we have no money. stuff like that. i get all these smart ideas when i am in that state.|
what else? i was woken up this morning by a friend, whose name i will not mention...let's call him dave, calling me from um...PRISON...to ask me to tell my mother in law that he will not be making it to work this morning. understandably.
i am going to take photos of yarn and such now because it is sunny today. so. photos soon. i swear it.
smooochies and all of that,