I woke up this morning with a throbbing headache and the fucker has yet to leave me be.  I’ve been walking around suffering with it all friggin’ day and I’ve had enough!  Between the headaches and the stomach aches off and on (mostly on) since last Tuesday, I’m sick of being sick, god damnit! 

I don’t know if it’s stress or because of my period or what and I don’t give a shit – I just want to be headache and stomachache free!

I noticed a red spot just on the outside of the coloured part of my eye, just at the edge of where my contact lens ends, so I took the contacts out and am hoping it’ll be gone by morning. 

I feel like I’m falling apart!  This makes so little sense to me given that I exercise more now than I ever have in my life and I also, generally speaking, eat better than I ever have in my life.  I rarely eat white bread, I drink organic milk (except now cuz I’m broke) and eat organic eggs.  Come on, man!  Where’s the fair in this scenario!?!?!

I took a Tylenol with codeine about an hour and a half ago or so and it’s at least killed the pain for the most part, but I can still feel it a little, so I know the headache persists, the bastard!

I sent out about 50 emails with my updated firm profile PDF to contacts I’ve been in touch with over the past year or so about projects.  Hoping to stir up some work.

Rent’s due tomorrow (make that today, now, technically).  Don’t have the money to cover it, so I’m going to have to get Tracey to loan me what I need to make it. Great. *SIGH*  Maybe that also has to do with the headache/stomachache phenomenon, eh?

Talked to my mom for a short while earlier. Glad to know she’s OK since I didn’t talk to her all weekend.  Got my dad’s birthday card/gift today. It was some weird silver ornament thing of an angel with the word Hope engraved onto part of it. Is he really that clueless?  Ugh. I guess it was thoughtful of him to send anything, but I’d have preferred a call on my birthday instead of some weird thing that I have no idea what to do with so it’s up on my bulletin board with all the other assorted stuff.  I purposely did not call him on the weekend like he wanted me to.  I mean, my God, how cheap can he possibly be to not want to spend a couple of dollars to call me for two minutes to say happy birthday. I know cell minutes are expensive, but if I’m not worth a phone call on my birthday, who am I kidding to think he’ll ever actually go through the procedure of getting a passport and paying for a plane ticket to come up here and visit.  Fat chance!

Looking forward to feeling better at which point I’m sure the tone of my posts will improve. *grumble grumble*