Prepoceros

Tonight’s post will also be grouchy and devoid of content because I have acquired, out of nowhere, a slamming headache. Lucky for you it’s likely to be short, as staring at tiny words on a screen is painful. “Slamming” is perhaps not a word typically used to describe headaches, but you will give me no grief about this because I have a slamming headache. Understood?

I’m not normally a sickly person, so these feelings of utter craptasticity two nights in a row are puzzling. I blame tonight’s headache on the paint fumes wafting through the air from the repainting of every building in my apartment complex. That’s probably not actually what’s making my head hurt, but my psyche would rather I assume that it’s paint fumes and not, say, BRAIN CANCER.

Aw crap. I’ve been so good lately at NOT thinking about death and dying and mortality and the horror of being confined to such a fragile, ultimately-doomed body*, but now I’ve gone and reminded myself. Thanks a lot, self.

This weekend I’ll be tutoring four lessons and proctoring one practice test. If everyone shows up, that is, which they damn well better, as I’m driving to all sorts of BFE. Must remember to update iPod. Must also remember to find something to do for four hours while I proctor. Most of my to-dos revolve around getting myself organized, which generally requires that I be at home, where all myself’s crap lives. Perhaps I will bring a book.

Now I’m just rambling, which is worsening my headache and boring you to tears, if you’ve even made it this far. Time for bed. Yes, at 8:20 on a Friday night. You wish you were as cool as I am.

Link? Hmmm, let’s segue smoothly from yesterday’s link into…Sarah Brown. Also New York, also much with the funny. You will love her. Yes.

Bonus link: the NaBloPoMo Randomizer. Can’t get enough blogging-on-the-regular? Sick of hearing about my mysterious maladies? Click the link to be whisked away to the site of a random NaBloPoMo participant.

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* I still think about all these things every day, but most of the time I can be all objective and detached about it and maintain some distance from that horrible despairing feeling. Am I lying to myself? Yeah kinda, but I’ll take it. Defense mechanisms FOR THE WIN.

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