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azurelunatic) wrote2002-08-28 11:17 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-08-28 11:17 am
Headaches...
After the test, my sinuses rose up in rebellion and gave me a headache. I had an hour for sitting in the cafeteria with Darkside, and I was miserable. I fished out allergy meds, and, cursing, took them. Didn't seem to help; the headache gained light sensitivity. I was eventually sent off to class, where I gradually felt the decongestant properties kicking in. That and the spaciness.
I spaced through the next class, crocheting a snood. I finally got my hands on the right caliber of cord and hook, and it looks to be going well. It's about the size of the palm of my hand so far. This has just become my new busy-waiting project.
Walked Darkside to his next class. We discussed the garbage-accumulation properties of purses, and the reason that I have toothpaste in mine being that I am just waiting for him to fall asleep so I can pull the classic facepaste prank. He told me that should I ever do this, I should expect the same in retailiation, though perhaps he'll just spray my face down with whipped cream.
There were martial arts. He head-butted me, leaving me with a reprise of my earlier headache, and both of us with round red marks on our foreheads.
The exchange "Shouldn't you be leaving now?" "As you bloody well wish." has been rated "Would you please not say that?!"
and the response, "Okay, I luv you, buh-bye!" is not really much better.
Darkside had to get home to oversee home repairs. I've got half an hour, roughly, before my last class of the day.
Unplug allergies == unplug brain. Hmm. This is the nice sort of wrapped-in-cotton-wool-snugly sort of unplugged, though, not the scary stratosphere-rocketing balloon-disconnected. My whole body feels not quite there, instead of just my head. Since otherwise I'd be feeling the pain of up-too-late-last-night, I'm just fine, thanks.
I spaced through the next class, crocheting a snood. I finally got my hands on the right caliber of cord and hook, and it looks to be going well. It's about the size of the palm of my hand so far. This has just become my new busy-waiting project.
Walked Darkside to his next class. We discussed the garbage-accumulation properties of purses, and the reason that I have toothpaste in mine being that I am just waiting for him to fall asleep so I can pull the classic facepaste prank. He told me that should I ever do this, I should expect the same in retailiation, though perhaps he'll just spray my face down with whipped cream.
There were martial arts. He head-butted me, leaving me with a reprise of my earlier headache, and both of us with round red marks on our foreheads.
The exchange "Shouldn't you be leaving now?" "As you bloody well wish." has been rated "Would you please not say that?!"
and the response, "Okay, I luv you, buh-bye!" is not really much better.
Darkside had to get home to oversee home repairs. I've got half an hour, roughly, before my last class of the day.
Unplug allergies == unplug brain. Hmm. This is the nice sort of wrapped-in-cotton-wool-snugly sort of unplugged, though, not the scary stratosphere-rocketing balloon-disconnected. My whole body feels not quite there, instead of just my head. Since otherwise I'd be feeling the pain of up-too-late-last-night, I'm just fine, thanks.