"It's no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase 'As pretty as an airport' appear."

-- Douglas Noel Adams (b. 1952)

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Saturday
8 January 2000

 

12 47 am pst   [ off key ]

We can all recognize when a song is off key, but we all buy different music. Taste is such an incredible phenomenon.

5 09 pm pst   [ headache ]

Quite possibly my least restful night of sleep ever. I have been suffering from bad headaches for a week. Wearing my glasses more or less does not seem to help and Advil (my medicine of choice) has been of little help. Last night I went to bed with a headach.

 

I awoke in the middle of the night --twice, not once -- with my headache still firmly planted behind my right eye. And this morning, the pain persists. And I am saddened, for sleep has always been my only certain escape from this torture.

My brother was an angel, and brought me Advil without my asking. He takes good care of me, and I am bummed that he is returning to school tonight and I have spent so little time with him. Ah, but this is the first of so many breaks for him.

I hope that my discomfort wanes quickly and I can go back to living my life.

I had my breakfast at four, and now I think I shall begin thinking about dinner. One can only keep one's eyes closed for so long...

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I am very much looking forward to the total lunar eclipse on 20 January.

 

two years ago today: "I am alone in my home with my demons."

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one year ago today: "He's smitten right now because he's waiting on Brooke Shields."

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one month ago today: "Writing is like being a lover ..."