Will It Ever End...

Okay so my closet cleaning was somewhat derailed. This weekend I had to help my oldest with her 3 project of the year. Creating an epithet for someone famous.....don't ask because I don't know why her class had to create something with a morbid air to it. Okay so what, I thought itg was kind of cool. She had to create an actual headstone for her person. It turned out pretty nice if I do say so myself. Paper mache', gray spray paint, rhinestones....couldn't find my dag on camera to take a pic. Ugh! As a matter of fact I haven't it since New Years.

Back to my derailment. On Monday I felt something coming on Monday, I knew it for fact because I was in bed before 10. Anytime I am laid out that early I know something is up. Today was just bleh! I felt okay when I got but on the way to work it was downhill from there. My head was swimming and all I wanted to do was go back to bed. I didn't even go to class I felt so bad. And of course when you are trying to find solace in the ever so inviting comfort of your bed everybody and their momma wants to call you. (insert grumble and clutching of the covers here...). I crashed around 7 only to be jolted by my mom's call 4 hours later, I heart my mom, calling because she hadn't talked to me this evening. Now I am awake, starving, debating on whether or not it's truly imperative that the trash goes out for tomorrow mornings pick-up, dressed in a mix of work clothes and pajamas...I can't even begin to describe the amount of energy the semi-undress took.

Sinus pressure headaches are b****. Your entire body feels like crap and you are stuck with this squinty, feels like someone is drilling a hole in my head, my god why are you talking so loud, my god why are you even at my desk, does it look I really care, no I didn't get into a fight, I need prison prescription type drugs (disclaimer * I am not on nor do I take anything illegal*), will the pain ever end face. Big debate right now...McDonald's at 2am or do I find the energy to roll my self down steps and hopefully land somewhere near the kitchen in a crumpled heap and hope that I suddenly feel inspired to make a sandwhich. Somehow McD's seems like less energy...