May 18, 2006


Raine, Raine

I like what the rain does to my yard, but not my head. 33 years of migraines should make me a pro, but mostly they just make me crabby. The drugs that (sometimes) work make me feel like I'm running under water, and judging from yesterday's entry, you know that can't be a good thing.

The cats look at me like I'm some kind of science project, falling back asleep after the kids get off to school. I'm always at the computer; they don't trust all is right with their world if I break stride. Maggie is with me now, sitting on the mouse. Directly on it, so if I want to use it I have to push her bum aside, which makes her give me the malochio eye (that's evil eye to the non-initiated). It's not a good day when a seven pound ball of Calico is staring you down.

I'm going to go dig around, albeit slowly, and write a better entry later. Maybe I'll find some decent links to better words than mine. Come back if the mood strikes you...

1 Comments:

Anonymous blair belch said...

Hey Lorraine, there was nothing wrong with this entry, funny as usual. Sorry about the migraines, I have the same problem. Take care, Blair.

May 18, 2006 9:54 PM  

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