bleargh

Woke up at 5:30AM with a stabbing headache. I'm not sure if it's the heat, the noise from the fan, or the dehydration I've been too stupid to keep at bay.

I pounded some Advil, explained to Hobbes again that body heat = NO, and pushed him back to his side of the bed, and miraculously eventually fell asleep again.

Woke up when the alarm went off, and cautiously felt around my head, which seemed okay. But now the headache is back, throbbing, but not stabbing. I'm counting the hours until I can maw more fistfulls of Advil. Also doing my best to drink some water.

Am tempted to blow twelve million dollars (that I don't have) on an air conditioner, but am sure that the minute it's installed, Seattle will be plunged into an Ice Age and the AC will sit there mocking me.

MEH.

In happier news, it's Pete's birthday and we're off to lunch at Paseo!

well, then!

The day much improved after my last post.

- Pete's birthday was a rousing success.
- My headache went away after the second dose of Advil
- The rest of the afternoon flew by.
- I had a particularly spectacular French lesson, which I wasn't expecting since I had little time to study since Sunday
- Came home to Sarah (who'd just headed here after work) and I somehow managed to have enough stuff here to make us dinner
- Dinner was exciting and I managed to use the rest of my farmer's market fare to make some fun stuff:

. Grilled chicken marinated with garlic, lime, thyme, and home-grown basil
. Home-made salsa with tomatoes, green onion, garlic (all from the farmer's market), and home-grown basil
. parmesan cous cous
. farmer's market broccoli

If I seem overly orgasmic about the farmer's market fare, it's because I get excited and buy too much and then things rot in my fridge. Not this time! And everything turned out as it should, and we even set the table and had a nice leisurely meal. Because we kept the room dark, and the fan on us, we ended up chatting for a long time in the dining room about all kinds of various personal stuff and the changes in our lives over the past few years. It was just kind of wonderful. It's just nice to have good, good friends who know you so well and have seen you change over the years (hopefully for the better). It's always interesting to see yourself from someone else's perspective. It always catches me off guard, because I forget that as I have opinions about others, (duh) they have them about me.

Then after dinner, we bonded over chocolate and talked some more career stuff. And eventually Sarah left, but after delightfully agreeing to see John Tucker Must Die with me --which looks appalling, but delightful in that Bring it On way.

I love Sarah *beam*