Since the earthquake..

The pressure in my head has been out of control.

I don't get habitual headaches anymore, or at least I thought I didn't. They are back. My head hurts.

In other news, probably not going to Jamaica for the New Year. Will probably go later in January for my birthday. Vegas in November is still a go. Atlanta will either happen in March or at another point in the springtime.

Basically, I don't know what's going on.

I've accomplished nothing today, but making doctor appointments (one for a new GP and one for the Gyn, because we know about now that's a necessary thing). My surgeon is going to give me a quote for my surgery that I want to have in October but may postpone until February. It's going to be absurd and my head is going to explode. I am not looking forward to this.

Oh and yet again, my parents were super duper considerate and told me at 9pm last night that they would be going out of town for the next four days. Way to let me know that I'll have the house to myself.

Needless to say, there will be a lot of naked running around tonight. That's just what needs to happen.

And I think my mom took the last bag of frozen shrimp even though I told her that wasn't cool. AND she made my spaghetti into a fucking frittata. WHO THE FUCK EATS FRITTATAS?! If it's in the fridge when I get home tonight, it's going DIRECTLY into the garbage. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

Rude. I swear! (Sorry there are no visual aids for this post, the Mexican is rushing me to the Stumble and I'm trying to decide if I want to stay and do this grant garbage for work)