This morning I was awakened my some unknown pressure pounding out little rthyms in my skull. So I called my manager at work who somewhat guilted me into coming into work later in the day (11am) when I was supposed to be feeling better. 11 rolls around. I make it out to my car and to work, and then sped an hour in the Cafe wishing I wasn't standing and hearing the coffee grinder grind, and the loud sound of clearing out the tamper. Anyway, after an hour I decided my head hurt too much, so home I went. That was my day at work. The rest of the day has been spent on my back, in bed. Wishing my head didn't hurt.
However, there is a silver linning to this dark, painfilled, stormcloud: I got a job. You are talking to the newest member of the SPU Microsystems something or other fix-it guy. The starting pay isn't so bad at all and I am working with computers. I'll be slowly starting to phase out the retail job I hold (with maybe some weekend warrioring) and then start fixing computers.
Anyway, my head hurts, and I am going back to gazing at the inside of my eyelids.
~B.