I awoke this morning to be greeted by the beginnings of a headache. The only thing running through my head, though, was that I needed the toilet. I suppose that could have been close to an accident. At that point doing my workout ball thing and going in the pool was out of the question. My brains were close to exploding point. I cannot run right now as I've pulled some muscles in my hip. As you can probably imagine I'm not handling the idea of two weeks off of running well. Running's what I do, and wrapping my mind around a workout routine not involving it is impossible.
Alas, I got myself on the bus after a bowl of Special K (hahaha) cereal. I was wearing a white short sleeved shirt which I knew wasn't a good idea. There was something that I didn't like about it.
Making it through the day with such a pressing headache proved more difficult than I had perceived that morning. (I'm sitting here writing this at 8.30, about to go to bed. I've taken about 8 tylenols today and still, the bloody headache.)
Is there anything intriguing about this post? No, not at all, and I'd be very surprised if you're still reading it, my friend. Speaking of friends I was able to talk to a friend for the first time in.. months. It had been a while. I feel like something has changed and I'm not sure what it is. At the same time nothing has changed, though, and that makes me smile:)
Anything else to write? No, not really. I begin to drone at this point. How sad. Like I've noted before, my writing is as bland as anything when it is real.
It's loud and stressful here. It's strange. Camille is two and she's quietly playing dollhouse behind me, but STILL, it's so damn loud! I know exactly who's making all the noise, too. She's loud and stressed as hell. I don't want to make quick judgements, but I dare say if she.. went to bed, per-say, it wouldn't be so bad. That's all I have to say tonight. Goodnight. And by the wayside, today was an excellent day besides the headache. They always seem to be with Sam around:)