Alright, who won Album of the year? Anyone? Bueller?
(Edit: Right, so it's the soundtrack of OBWAT. Which is ... good, I suppose. I honesty couldn't have been undividedly happy for either U2 or Dylan, so maybe this is for the best? But dammit, I'd have liked to see either of them win!
And Tri, stop bashing my man, yo! :p)
Today's a slow day. Catching up on some stuff I've been putting off for ages, like updating our mailing lists and database. I finally have coffee again! Yay with the hey!
Also, I have a headache, which is a bit concerning. It can't be a caffeine withdrawal headache, because it's been three days since my last cup. And I've been getting an insane amount of sleep lately (gone to bed before midnight three nights in a row, now!), so it can't be that, either. Frankly, I'm beginning to suspect I might have inherited more of my mother's migraine than I thought. Nooo!
This is not a completely out-of-the-blue suspision. I know I get bad headaches from red wine, which is a trigger for a lot of migraine-sufferers, including my mother. My mother used to have migraine so bad she'd be confined to bed in a dark, quiet room for days on end. (This is one of the few things I remember from my early childhood. She didn't used to have it that bad, but after I was born, thing got worse. Apparently it's hormone-related, because she got better when my brother was born, and hasn't really had an attack since the youngest one was born.) So, yeah, my mother has it, I think some of my aunts on my dad's side have it as well, and these headaches I've been having exhibit all the signs of mugraine headaches: the pain can last for several hours, even several days; it tends to be worse on one side of the head (oh, yes); it pounds/throbs (which is why I know it's not just a sinus headache, because those are much sharper); pain can be localized around one eye; pain disrupts, or is aggravated by, normal activity (any abrupt head movement causes it to flare. ow!); ...
I really, really hope this isn't actual migraine, and that if it is, it stays at this level and does not get worse, because the only way my mother got better was by giving birth to two sons, and that's a bit drastic for me, thanks. (Not to mention the risk of it getting worse by having a daughter.)
In more cheerful (sort of) news, all the Grammy-talk makes me sad I don't have TV anymore. Edge! Touching Bono's ass! Brian grabbing AJ's crotch! Argh! Wanna see! Want TV! Actually, I just want a VCR so I can have my parents tape what I want to see. There's maybe three hours of TV a week I want to see, and most of that is BBC stuff. I am Melle's complete disinterest in All Things Popular.
I kind of want to make a tarot set with all my original characters. ('This random bout of art-inspiration brought to you by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sandradelete. :) It'd be a weird mixture of SF, furry, High Fantasy and contemporary, but well. I like the idea. Plus, it'd give me a concrete project to work on instead of just a vague feeling of "Must. Draw!"
... and now I want to get my tarot books and cards, which are still at my parents. Oi. I used to like doing tarot readings, even if I still can't bring myself to really believe in them. I'm weird.
Also have half-hearted desire to start writing/reading keyfic. Sae, this is your fault, dammit, with your recc for The Willow Key!
(Don't mind me, I'm trying not to be passive-agressive, here, but I had to say this, and please don't feel like you should shut up about anything, because I'm a big girl, and I can take it, I'm just in a bad mood right now, and I feel kind of ostracised, mostly not for the Dylan thing but for something else which I'm keeping my mouth firmly shut about. And I'm done now.)
(Edit: I spaketh too soon! I can fly out, arrive at London Stansted at 7AM or 13:40. Train to central London is about 20 minutes. I'd prefer to take the 7AM flight so we'll have some time to actually talk and walk around and shop and stuff. If I take the 11:40 home the next day, it'll save me €10, which is always a Good Thing. Since I won't need a hotel or anything (Sae, do you think I could get changed and/or leave my bumph in your hotel while we go a-Slimelighting?), total costs of travelling will be around €50. *cringe* Mmmmkay, can do this. Add about €25-30 for food, Slimelight and general shopping, and that's a week's budget right there. Must. Start. Saving! But I can at least probably make it.)
Weekend of 09.03.2002: Home. Gather strength. Clean. Writewritewrite!
Weekend of 16.03.2002: Reunion. Meep! Thoughts on outfit, anyone? I'm thinking my punkish jeans (newly be-written, of course) and vynil cami, plus goth makeup et accessories (collar!) Yes? No?
Weekend of 23.03.2002: Nodnol avec Sae et Zed! Wheeeee! Wear punk jeans and ditto t-shirt (see above) for general trudging around, and take camera to take slashy pictures for the swanslash site. (Wheeeeeee!) Kind of want to wear skirt and corset to Slimelight, but those don't go well with my Docs, and the high-heeled boots are sommat of a niusance, to say the least. Perhap I should practice.
Weekend of 30.03.2002: Chat-in, third edition! Woooooooo!
(Also, I am the girliest girl ever. Dude. Outfit talk! Gah.)
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