Notes from a sinus headache - approximately 1:20AM.
Talking hurts.
Bending down to pick things up is agony. Even a slight inclining of the head brings discomfort. I must not nod.
If I cannot talk and I must not nod, then it will be difficult for me to tell people “Yes” with a quick shake of my head so they will leave me alone.
This could be the key to ACTUALIZING my SELF.
I don’t think the Benadryl was a great idea. It doesn’t seem to be working. Two Tylenol PMs and a Sudafed contain the same drugs but in different concentrations, a cocktail more geared to dulling the pain as much as possible and then knocking me out.
I imagine that I can feel the pain changing as the medicine starts to work - tight spots become loose and hurt more acutely in the unwinding, then relief. Like stretching. Chemical yoga.
Maybe I should rethink my stance on those sites buzzworded “Web 2.0″.
Maybe I should spend my days in an antihistamine-induced haze, twisting that old suburban stereotype around, throwing a poverty that can’t afford an unethical psychiatrist and pads of prescriptions for tranquilizers into the mix.
I have spent too much money and blogged far too little these past four weeks. I haven’t touched my camera since I returned from the beach.
Half of my beach photos look like generic inspirational posters with sunlight reflecting in water - the other half are of my brother and his godson (our cousin’s child, the first of a new generation of Taylors, even though that’s not his last name…) looking drunk and happy. I am certain that (when the photos were taken) he was not the former - I suspect he wasn’t the latter (…when the photos were taken).
I think it is very possible to read too much Joan Didion during any given one week period.
Pitt’s email filtering system allows you to filter out “Racially Insensitive” email - or, in their words, to “[a]djust overall protection against hate-oriented topics.”
I should cook those chicken breasts later this week. Would it be silly to marinate them overnight in lemon juice/rosemary/pepper/olive oil and then cook them on a George Foreman grill? I could take pictures. Maybe sautee some potatoes and onions alongside it.
I have got to get that live comment preview plugin working.
I have to pay my bills.
I have to get my tuition refund check from the university.
My teeth hurt.
I have to come to terms with the fact that purchasing a car may (or may not) have been a betrayal of some long-held ideal. I am uncomfortable with betrayal. I see the potential for it everywhere, but the world continually surprises me.
If it ever stops, that’s when I’ll really worry.
