Excuses, excuses.

OK, so I totally have an excuse for not writing yesterday.

Migraine. Uggghhh.

Does that mean that June is going to suck?

Anyway, so yesterday was spent mostly sleeping. In between violent bouts of puking and begging for some sort of divine assistance. I will withhold the rest of the details.

So in comes today, with all of its pain-free (almost) potential. Of course, the day after a migraine always feels like a hangover, minus the fun part the night before. I guess I technically started my day at 3am, when I woke up after a marathon thirteen hours of sleeping after giving up the day before at 11am (I was technically out of bed for an hour, during which I drove to Silverdale to pick up Zack. I won't consider it sleeping, but I won't really consider it awake either.) I laid awake for about thirty five minutes, trying to fall back to sleep so I wouldn't completely lose my sleep schedule for today. I eventually did, but the time in between was full of tossing and turning with respites of petting the Moose.

I woke up again around 5:30, but managed to squeeze in another hour after I passed that magical time during which my body actually wants to be awake in the morning. I finally hauled out of bed after Zack was done with his shower, and I spent a relatively quiet morning in front of ER (Galant died today) and Las Vegas (they are still unraveling the post-Monica robbery) before taking another opportunity to mourn the loss of my 10am King of the Hill. OK, so I watch too much TV when Zack is at school. It's not so much that I watch it, but I like to have the verbal company while I'm alone all day. The kitties provide a warm heartbeat, but they don't speak. Anyway, while the television was on in the background, I managed to do some much-needed work for Subha as well as make some serious progress on my application to massage school. I did not know it would be so involved, but I guess it kind of makes me feel better that it is. I like the idea of going back to a school where I have to write an essay to get in.

After I ate some lunch (veggie chili, yum), I decided to relax for awhile. Truthfully, I don't really remember what I did between 12:30 and 2:30, but my best guess is languishing in front of the TV while browsing the web, or continuing to plug away at my application. Then I called AAA to get Bad Bad Leroy Brown's battery jumped (that would be Zack's Chevy s10, by the way), and an hour later a very nice man showed up to help me out. I will definitely not mind paying my yearly membership this month, that's for damn sure. Pays for itself every year, it seems. It would be nice to not get into so many scrapes... but where would the fun be in that? After that, I was pretty bushed, so I have been pretty much in the same position since then: curled up in a pappazan chair with a kitty (or two!) and watching TV while reading humorous test drive notes from the Car Talk website. God I love those guys. Blasphemously so.

So what is my big aha moment for today? Maybe that nothing is going to be perfect. So maybe June is going to be a big migraine, and July will be a lazy, yet productive month. I think I can be OK with that, provided that my whole month is not as bad the whole way through as yesterday was. Or hopefully this experiment will be an epic failure. Does it really matter? I'll make it through anyway. Stuff doesn't really get worse, it just gets different until I look back on it.