Ok, fine… I’ll Play
Half a bottle of Advil and the pain has only numbed slightly. In the brief moments when the pain allows me a moment of clarity I can hear a droning in the back of my skull like a million voices moaning.
Keeping the lights low in the apartment seems to help a little. Neighbors kept making so much racket. Thank god they’ve quieted down now.
Something’s going on at the day care across the street, some sort of parent/teacher day. Police/Fire sirens all day. Jesus, less than an inch of rain and the drivers in this city turn into idiots. I think I saw a Ford Focus plow through a couple joggers.
God, my head is splitting. I’d kill for a steak right about now.
Feel better….
Not serious, Syn. My weak and late attempt at a zombie post. That’s what I get for reading LJ once a week. š
hehe… whoops. Guess with my own migraine still chiming away at me, I was a bit predisposed to believing. š
Btw… have transplated the green and yellow beans into their own pots, as well as the purple basil. Have tossed my old seeds, as they seem to be doing nothing but growing mold. If it weren’t for my lack of sun, I’d have planted enough veggies to feed a small nation. š
What does a vegetarian zombie say? Graiiinzzz