i always miss my father in august. his birthday was/is the 28th. plus, you know, i spent my summers at his house, when i was growing up. anyway, remember that pizza i mentioned on friday? the genius pizza? i’m having another one tonight. because i don’t have anything in the house that doesn’t need to be cooked in an oven, or at least microwaved. and it’s too hot. plus, this means i have a ready made lunch for tomorrow. ready made STINK BOMB BREATH lunch for tomorrow. doesn’t get better than that. ironically, my father HATED pizza.
i ate more this weekend then i normally eat in an entire week. i ate like a pig. it can mean only one thing, proof of my womanhood is eminent. yee-haw!! i’m not particularly grumpy. but i will eat your face off if you get too close.
i stayed home today with a migraine. it wasn’t a HUGE one. we pronounce those, the lesser migraine, MEE-GRAINES. so i had myself a meegraine. i knew it was coming sunday afternoon. i knew it was caused by the combination of my own fucked up life, and the immense amount of whelm i feel at work right now. the dread of it. 80% of all my migraines hit on a monday morning. since i’ve started taking beta blockers, 90% of the migraines are caused by stress i figure. the beta blockers help prevent the others. and they’ve done a great job. i get fewer of them, and the ones i get hurt less. this mornings was a particularly light sensitive one. i figure that was it’s evil meegraine sense of humor. because it was a bright and sunny and hot morning, and i have eastern exposure.
but i’m a professional, i know what to do, i took a shower, i called into work, i put a sleep mask over my eyes and took a pill that was guaranteed to knock me out. [always keep horse tranquilizers on hand. on of my many migraine treatment secrets.] i woke up at 1ish this after noon feeling groggy but better. i didn’t go to work because i had a 5:00 appt with ma petite mËre to have my mes petites dents cleaned. here at the east side. i would have had to leave work at 4ish anyway. plus, i was feeling groggy and weird. which is not uncommon at the end of a migraine.
i have some thoughts about this summer, i’m ready for it to end, despite my love of wearing as little clothing as possible. it’s been a hot one. and i don’t approve of it. but i can’t really talk about it. because my pizza is here. pizza makes me believe in the Creation Story, aka: adam and eve. because only God could create something so wonderful and perfect as pizza.
for those of you who commented that i was not crazy for having conversations iwth lucy in my head, thank you. that is her name, lucy. she IS named after mo¸r mo¸r. lucy, however, says i’m daft.