Ow

Yeah, so...
Getting hit on the head by a falling showerhead? Not pleasant.
Damn thing slipped out of its plastic holder after I turned off the water and smacked me right on the top of my skull.
It's been four hours, and so far I have the standard headache, neck throbbiness, and that feeling of fogginess, with dulled emotions and mild irritability.

When Adam comes home we may need to do something about the showerhead coming loose from its plastic thing.

Ow

Yeah, so...
Getting hit on the head by a falling showerhead? Not pleasant.
Damn thing slipped out of its plastic holder after I turned off the water and smacked me right on the top of my skull.
It's been four hours, and so far I have the standard headache, neck throbbiness, and that feeling of fogginess, with dulled emotions and mild irritability.

When Adam comes home we may need to do something about the showerhead coming loose from its plastic thing.

Ow

Yeah, so...
Getting hit on the head by a falling showerhead? Not pleasant.
Damn thing slipped out of its plastic holder after I turned off the water and smacked me right on the top of my skull.
It's been four hours, and so far I have the standard headache, neck throbbiness, and that feeling of fogginess, with dulled emotions and mild irritability.

When Adam comes home we may need to do something about the showerhead coming loose from its plastic thing.

Winding Down

I finally took my walk around 4:30, when Jason and Megan started playing their video game in the living room. Video games in general tend to irritate me for a bunch of reasons, even though I can enjoy them. And between PMS and head injury, my irritibility was a tad high, so I figured I needed to get walking. Twenty-five minutes to the local Giant Food store, where I bought some tropical juice with goji, and a box of Entenmann's All Butter French Crumb Cake. It satisfied a craving. I rode the bus back. The "God Of War" game was still going on, so I went upstairs and watched some TV in my bedroom for two hours. Came downstairs to get some dinner: leftover grilled salmon cut up and mixed with orzo. Video game still going. Eventually I'd like to finish watching Season 7 of the Simpsons and some Babylon 5 before bed (Jason knows this and may soon quit). But there is also trash to be taken out, a kitchen floor to be mopped, litter boxes to be scooped, and a chapter to write. At least with the internet, I don't need to find "save points" in order to stop, so I can actually quit and go do other things.
Fuck. I really really don't like feeling so cranky. I need to stop feeling like I want to smash something. But I also don't feel the need to be apologetic. I can be damn cranky if I want. I'm PMSing and I got hit on the head with a chrome-plated showerhead, for fuck's sake.

My head feels better. Adam is safely in his hotel in St. Louis. My kitten is still profoundly adorable. I have goji juice. I have salmon and orzo for dinner. So I'm happy about many things.

Winding Down

I finally took my walk around 4:30, when Jason and Megan started playing their video game in the living room. Video games in general tend to irritate me for a bunch of reasons, even though I can enjoy them. And between PMS and head injury, my irritibility was a tad high, so I figured I needed to get walking. Twenty-five minutes to the local Giant Food store, where I bought some tropical juice with goji, and a box of Entenmann's All Butter French Crumb Cake. It satisfied a craving. I rode the bus back. The "God Of War" game was still going on, so I went upstairs and watched some TV in my bedroom for two hours. Came downstairs to get some dinner: leftover grilled salmon cut up and mixed with orzo. Video game still going. Eventually I'd like to finish watching Season 7 of the Simpsons and some Babylon 5 before bed (Jason knows this and may soon quit). But there is also trash to be taken out, a kitchen floor to be mopped, litter boxes to be scooped, and a chapter to write. At least with the internet, I don't need to find "save points" in order to stop, so I can actually quit and go do other things.
Fuck. I really really don't like feeling so cranky. I need to stop feeling like I want to smash something. But I also don't feel the need to be apologetic. I can be damn cranky if I want. I'm PMSing and I got hit on the head with a chrome-plated showerhead, for fuck's sake.

My head feels better. Adam is safely in his hotel in St. Louis. My kitten is still profoundly adorable. I have goji juice. I have salmon and orzo for dinner. So I'm happy about many things.

Winding Down

I finally took my walk around 4:30, when Jason and Megan started playing their video game in the living room. Video games in general tend to irritate me for a bunch of reasons, even though I can enjoy them. And between PMS and head injury, my irritibility was a tad high, so I figured I needed to get walking. Twenty-five minutes to the local Giant Food store, where I bought some tropical juice with goji, and a box of Entenmann's All Butter French Crumb Cake. It satisfied a craving. I rode the bus back. The "God Of War" game was still going on, so I went upstairs and watched some TV in my bedroom for two hours. Came downstairs to get some dinner: leftover grilled salmon cut up and mixed with orzo. Video game still going. Eventually I'd like to finish watching Season 7 of the Simpsons and some Babylon 5 before bed (Jason knows this and may soon quit). But there is also trash to be taken out, a kitchen floor to be mopped, litter boxes to be scooped, and a chapter to write. At least with the internet, I don't need to find "save points" in order to stop, so I can actually quit and go do other things.
Fuck. I really really don't like feeling so cranky. I need to stop feeling like I want to smash something. But I also don't feel the need to be apologetic. I can be damn cranky if I want. I'm PMSing and I got hit on the head with a chrome-plated showerhead, for fuck's sake.

My head feels better. Adam is safely in his hotel in St. Louis. My kitten is still profoundly adorable. I have goji juice. I have salmon and orzo for dinner. So I'm happy about many things.