Barfy barf barf

I woke up at 3:50 a.m. with an extreme headache and nausea.  I staggered to the bathroom to take my last Imitrex (thank goodness I still had one at home!) and fall back in bed with a cold wet sock draped across my eyes.  Periodically I got up to go dry heave some more until I really did barf for real.  The headache finally faded an hour and a half later and I got to sleep for a little bit more.

Work was ok, I felt fine until the last hour or two, when the pain and nausea started to come back.  I wasn’t very productive in general.  I felt a little better after I got home and ate some food (Dilly’s veggie supreme sandwich gift!) and took a shower and had my feet rubbed.  Then I went to hang out with friends even though really I just wanted to go to sleep, because I also wanted to see the friends.

At 9:50 I realized suddenly that I had to leave because I was going to throw up, so I drove myself home in the worst ten minutes of the past week, when I concentrated on not barfing.

I got home and went directly to the bathroom and threw up a whole lot.  I might not yet be done, so I don’t want  to take an Imitrex until I know it will stay down.  Barf barf.  Huzzah!

July 31, 2007. Words. 1 comment.

Reading and food

I spent most of the weekend reading and eating, often at the same time.  Friday night I went to Delhi Palace and gorged myself on a vegetarian dinner, then read Amber and Iron, the second book in the DragonLance Dark Disciple trilogy.  Saturday I ate fruit and leftovers while reading the rest of Amber and Iron, then went to dinner at Chipotle and gorged myself on the entire burrito bol when I had planned to bring half home.  I started reading You’re Not You by Michelle Wildgen.

Today I went to U.S. Egg for lunch and gorged myself on a breakfast sandwich, then ate lots of fruit in the afternoon while continuing You’re Not You.

I read The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion earlier in the week, probably while eating.  Tomorrow I will start a book that certainly falls in the chick lit category: the latest novel from Candace Bushnell, originator of “Sex & the City”, called Lipstick Jungle.

I finished piecing together a smaller quilt tonight and I am disappointed in the way the border brings it together.  It’s a lighter color than I was hoping for.  It’s alright, I suppose, just not as vibrant as hoped and paler in the living room than it seemed in the store.

In two days it is August and I get to choose fabrics for the baby quilt!  (I decided not to start it until August.)  The parents are sending me a material they would like incorporated, so I suppose I should wait for that to arrive before racing off to the store to spend an hour immersed in fabric.

July 29, 2007. Words. Leave a comment.

Apartment to myself

Last week I had the place to myself Monday morning through Thursday night and it’s the same thing this week. (The Mister is off interviewing people in California for his book about game feel.) What am I doing with all the time to do as I please?

I went grocery shopping this evening and bought $60 of food, mostly fruit in various forms and possibly unnecessary quantities. Last night I bolted upright at 1:50 a.m. thinking that my phone was ringing and began pressing buttons to review the received call list, although really I just mashed some buttons until I realized I was probably not quite awake and lay back down.  Nobody was there to ask what the hell I was doing so the realization probably took longer than usual.  Tomorrow morning I’ll make my own breakfast (cereal and fruit!) and lunch (soup and sandwich and fruit!) and walk the dog.

So really, I’m doing the same things as usual, just by myself, which is the usual way some of these things are done anyway. Tomorrow after coming home from work to walk the dog and eat a fruit- & cheese-based dinner I will go to the library to return my books before they accrue fines and maybe check out some new ones. Free books, just for living in the area and promising to bring them back at some point? What a deal!

July 24, 2007. Words. 1 comment.

Harry Potter all day long…

…Harry Potter while I sing this song.

I slept until almost 1:30.  Then I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows until I finished around 5:30.  I don’t remember doing anything particularly for awhile, maybe I was reading the Internet or something, then I went to watch a hockey game at 7:45.  My laddie’s team lost something like 10-1.  The scoreboard stops after 7 and I’m not sure how many more goals were scored after that.

I decided I’m going to reread the last third of the book  to pick up on more details that I might have missed the first time through as I was powering through to find out what happens.  I might back back and read the rest of the six books as well – I read the first three in a period of three days in January of my freshman year of college, and I don’t remember all that much about any of the other six.  I just watched the movie version of number 5, Order of the Phoenix, but the others are rather vague in my memory.  That made it difficult when starting Deathly Hallows.  I would ask myself, Wait, who is this Mundungus fellow and why don’t the others trust him?  What did Rita Skeeter write about Harry and in which book was she?  Who taught Defense Against Dark Arts in the 6th?

July 22, 2007. Words. 1 comment.

Harry Potter!

I bought that final Harry Potter book this afternoon.  I am about halfway through and will read the rest tomorrow.  Reading is fun!

July 21, 2007. Words. 2 comments.

Gourmet Cooking: Lesson 1

Gourmet Honey-Braised Cheddar and Monterey Jack Pate

1. Pour 1/2 cup shredded Mexican-Style cheddar and monterey jack cheese into a bowl.

2. Microwave approximately 30 seconds, or until it is mostly melted.

3. Squeeze 1 1/2 teaspoons honey, or to taste, into one corner of cheese bowl.

4. Eat with a fork.

July 19, 2007. Words. 1 comment.

A lonely sunset swim

I headed out to the pool around 7:30 this evening. It was still over 100 degrees and I didn’t have to cover myself in sunscreen, so it seemed like a good time. I picked up the mail and read a letter from a friend and two pages of my new O magazine. One of Oprah’s dogs died unexpectedly after choking to death on a plastic ball when on a walk with somebody else. I shed a tear and thought about 1) the horror that person must have felt at having just let Oprah’s dog die a terrible accidental death, even though there’s probably nothing he could have done and it was a freak accident, and 2) what I will do when my dog will one day die, probably within the two years, tops. Unless we die together in a fiery car crash…

Just as I was getting in the smooth empty pool a couple came out with their young daughter and they played around at their end while I paddled around my end, trying not to be annoyed by the girl’s inability to pronounce her r’s. She was happy and bubbly and a child’s shrieking laughter is music to our ears and everything, but seriously, buddy, the sign says “quiet enjoyment at all times”, and some of us are trying to relax here.

They were probably equally disappointed to find they didn’t have the pool to themselves either.

July 17, 2007. Words. 1 comment.

A late Friday night

I didn’t get into bed until 4 o’clock on Friday, having  returned home ten minutes prior.  I went to dinner and a birthday party with some new friends (good work, Okcupid!) and we played games until 12:30.  Then several people left and the rest of us stayed, just hanging out, for several more hours.  I was ready to leave hours earlier but my ride was not, so I stayed and enjoyed myself and hoped that the rest of my household decided not to wait up for me and had gone to sleep at a reasonable hour.

Dinner was at Green, a new vegan restaurant that made me feel preppy and mainstream and somewhat lame.  Two employees had a distinctly Suicide Girls-esque appearance, with dyed black hair and vintage thrift store dresses and tattoos; more than one customer sported dreadlocks.  One young woman was wearing a black corset top over a tank top to go along with her whitish foundation and black eye make-up and lipstick.  We made eye contact and she glared me at for second before I sheepishly looked away.  I imagined that a man with very long brown hair and Birkenstocks, reading the newspaper while he waited for his food, was part of a traveling Renaissance fair group during the fall season.

I was disappointed in the Thai Peanut rice dish that I ordered – too spicy and too much sauce, not enough rice and tofu.  I will definitely go again to try out several other menu options that appealed to me.  And everything is vegan!

July 15, 2007. Words. Leave a comment.

Sleeping is going to be awesome

I’ve kept my eyes open all evening and now I can shower and go to bed.  It is going to be an amazing stretch of 11 hours all in a row where I can sleep and sleep and sleep.

July 11, 2007. Words. 1 comment.

Worst decision this week

So I’m going to go see “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” tonight at 12:01.  That puts me in bed at roughly three o’clock in the morning for a total of slightly more than four hours of sleep.  I already know it’s a bad idea.  I’m hoping it will be so little sleep that it’s actually kind of ok, especially with lots of caffeine to start the day.

Also in the past couple weeks I have seen “Ratatouille” and “Transformers”.  That’s my year movie quotient right there, plus I’ll be going to “Harry Potter” again on Friday for a friend’s birthday.  I can’t remember the last time I saw this many movies in the theater in such a short period of time.

the movie poster

July 10, 2007. Words. 2 comments.

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