I have a horrible headache. And her name is Merle.
I’m at work right now and I actually do have a headache. That was just an irresistible follow up sentence. Anyway, it’s now my spring break, or reading week if you prefer, and the big Armageddon fight that I was anticipating with Merle has come to pass. The crux of it was that she wanted to come visit for slack week and I didn’t want her to. There has been no resolution since the fight, no communication between us, no clue if she is even coming. If she was going to leave it would have been this morning on a greyhound bus, arriving here in London in just a little while ago. So I have a little mystery to discover in five or so hours at seven am. Will Goldilocks be in my bed? Papa Bear’s not going to be too pleased if she is. (yes she has keys to my place) If she isn’t there I would take it as a really constructive action. It would be a sign to me that she has been actually listening when I tell her I’m really worried about finishing my thesis and getting my degree, how I need the time off this week to put together a solid chunk of work. How I really need her to be understanding right now. I expect her to be there though. Her world is the only world. Merle has vacation and she’ll expect me to drop everything and spend the whole time with her. If I draw a hard line and resist, we’ll fight. She’ll cry, and I’ll melt and cave. I really don’t know though. I have no clue where we’re at. Chaos is my reality. March is looking primed to be a fun month. And by fun I mean excruciatingly painful.
Ohhhh oww ow ow. My head is killing me. The Advil does nothing! Something positive, I actually wrote part of my thesis today. 650 words. Not much, but a good, solid two-page double spaced introduction on which I can build. I would still be working on it if my head didn’t keep exploding. I cleaned my whole apartment today too. Head to toe. Dishes, dusting, sweeping, mopping, tub and toilet scrubbing, Xmas decoration taking downing. All kinds of good stuff, I did it to early 1970s funk too. I wonder if Mr. Clean has anything to do with this migraine. Ahhhh it hurts. I had more to write but I quit. I’m going to lie down in the darkness and moan.
Sometimes when I re-read an entry I really hate what I wrote. The thoughts and feelings I wanted to express are poorly articulated.
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I hope your head is feeling better and that the headache is absent.
And it was NHL 95 and 96! I believe I even had 97!! Back at my peak, I could have taken you on and you would have bowed down to the Goddess of Sega Hockey! With Roenick as my consort, you’d be in so much trouble!!!
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I think you articulate yourself quite well. Like a cross between Billy Crystal in ‘When Harry Met Sally…’ (ohh ohhh, can I be Meg Ryan?) and John Cusack (but not High Fidelity; I’m thinking ‘Better Off Dead’) with just a sprinkling of that guy from ‘Amelie’ and a bit of Bruce Banner.
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it sounds like you’re suffering from wheat i was suffering from during the end of last semester. i call it productive procrastination. it’s where you find other things that need to be done, but not necessarily right now, but you do them anyway because the more pressing project isn’t at all appealing.
example: i vaccuumed the dog’s house.
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I, too, have a horrible headache, and I call him “boss.”
I hate being in that “I don’t know where we stand or where we go from here” place in relationships. Merle sounds… um… difficult to deal with. But I can see how that could be her appeal.
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Try something different like Excederin. Migraine medicine fixes everything for me.
Sorry your gf is like that with you my boyfriend can be the same way with me. Not a care for my studies or the fact I use my breaks to get stuff done!! Ugh! How do we put up with all this???
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mauseltov.yeah yeah, spelling is for losers anyway.
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hummm i dunno u?
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Gotta love love, huh?
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now i have a headache. *grumble grumble*
if i could’ve chosen between snow boots and flip flops, i would’ve chosen snow boots.
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