*amused by an inside joke*

Trillian is being a bitch and not staying connected for more than a few minutes at once, so I'm just typing this up and posting it.

I don't have a functional message program at the moment.

There. Said. Done.

I'm gonna finish reading livejournal stuff and then curl up with an Orson Scott Card book and wait for Ryan to get home.

Today is REALLY odd.


Added after posting: I have two things to say. 1) fucking OW, I can't actually sit up without crying... 2) I have a doctor appointment on May 8 at 3:00... ok, more than two things to say. 3) I'm going to have to cut back majorly on the antidepressants if that's what is causing the really nasty memory lapses, 4) allergy attacks like this SUCK (and therefor I will be taking antihistamines and nasal steroids repeatedly over the next few hours), and last but not least, 5) I miss my boys.

Added after the first addition: Dammit, I really need to remember closing tags. And a lot of other things. Why are you still reading this, actually? You should be reading Bob and George or something, not following me around.

...dammit. And now I can't find the antihistamines.

Yet another addition: Ok, so I found a couple via the clever and tricky method of looking in my purse. While there (and while out in the other rooms, for that matter) I've been searching rather frantically for pain medication. There're two of my vicoprofin in the plastic bottle by the computer but I am so very NOT going to take those. At least not yet.

This whole pain-mixed-with-memory-loss really bites. I'm tempted to just take my nighttime dose of anti-depressants NOW and curl up and nap for a couple hours.

I think boredom is somehow kicking in along with the pain and inability to breathe properly. That's truly sad.