I'm Dying Here

I woke up with a headache.

I took 4 Advils so far.

I still have that headache.

Damn you, brain, damn you!

In other news, I survived another holiday season with nary a scar from the stress. In fact, I have never had it so good. This year I joined the legions of last-minute shoppers and did all my purchasing online during the week of Christmas. Then I drove Anthony to Charlotte, and proceeded to sit on my tush for 4 days. It was GLORIOUS.

I still have New Year's and Anthony and my own Christmas before the year is through, but all the major shopping and traveling is done. I fully intend to do nothing on New Year's Eve, other than sip Martinelli's cider in my pajamas and shower Anthony with Christmas gifts. If the conditions are right, I may even stay up til midnight to watch the ball drop on Times Square and feel thankful that I'm not in NYC for the event. Heck, I may allow myself to feel a touch superior to all those people who are drunk, cold, and have to piddle.

Of course, most of my weekend will be spent in my pajamas, studying. I'm halfway through all the math crap, and by week's end I intend to start on the vocab. Maybe I'll just run through a few of the practice tests I have. We'll see.

The biggest temptation will be to not play Myst, a computer game I got for Christmas. Normally I am not a big computer geek, but after playing the Samorost games online I can't resist a puzzle-solving game. I could be at the computer for days before I realize I'm hungry - it's THAT good.

Other than that, I'm out of fresh conversation. My head hurts too much.