I woke up this afternoon (after sleeping for about ten hours) and as soon as I moved and opened my eyes, my headache came back (or maybe it never went away?). Only on one side today, but still enough to make me cry. So I got dressed and went to the mediclinic, because seriously, six days is a bit much. There was a nurse practitioner who talked with me, went over my symptoms with me, and said it sounds like a combination migraine/tension headache. I got a sample pack of Zomig, took one of the pills right away, and she gave me a prescription for Imitrex, so hopefully I can control these fucking headaches a bit better. The Zomig has kicked in, although I feel a bit strange and tingly and my muscles are starting to relax holy crap this stuff really works!, so maybe I'll just take her advice and have a lie down.

I will not be going out tonight, no matter how I feel later, because I really don't want to aggravate things and have the headache come back. It's bad enough I pretty much lost my days off to this thing, I don't want to go to work tomorrow with a headache again. So, a little bit of reading and maybe a movie tonight, while the girls go out, and then more sleep. I like sleep. Sleep is one of my best friends.

For now, I'm going to open my yarn package that just arrived today (two packages, mailed at the same time, one of them is here, one of them is still in Mississauga, wtf, why wouldn't they both get here at the same time?), and then have a nap.

I was going to write about not-NaNo and real-NaNo, but the headache I've had on and off for the last oh, five days is kicking it up a notch, so I think I am going to give in to temptation and just turn off the light and take my chances with falling asleep. Technically, I really should try to maintain a proper sleep cycle, but fuck it, I'm in too much pain. I'm pretty sure this isn't just from the flu shot I got last Thursday, but that's when it started, so I'm totally blaming it.

Tomorrow, I'm going to the Saan store in Canmore to see if I can find a pirate-type shirt in black. If I can, I'm totally dressing up as the Dread Pirate Roberts.

OK, someone please tell me I am not the only one who wishes Demian would just fuck off and stop doing the Supernatural recaps on TWOP? I mean, I understand snarking about things, but when the recapper's hatred for the show permeates every single paragraph of the thing, it's really a sign that they have the wrong person doing them. From DrunkenBee to Demian, they're just not picking them well these days.

OH DEAR GOD. I was clicking through my bookmarks last night (as one does in the middle of the night shift), and hit Smart Bitches Trashy Books. One of the entries featured a link to the Worst Album Covers of All Time (PDF file), as well as the Worster Album Covers of All Time. That's some might strong eye-burning material there.

Seriously, guys. I wouldn't say they're totally NSFW, but you might want to be alone when you look at them, just in case you start screaming in horror.

Last night's reading (and probably a bit tonight, too, since I didn't finish it) was Laurell K. Hamilton's A Lick of Frost, and well… it's not as bad as the previous ones. This series is miles above the last six (five? is Micah considered part of the main series?) Anita Blake novels (as someone on the lkh_lashouts community on LJ said recently, the series should have ended with Obsidian Butterfly, everything since then is just like a bad dream). Even if it is just faerie porn.

Anyway. Book's too short again, because seriously, $30 for a less than 300 pages book? The hell? I won't say that it should have been combined with the previous two books, because there's a big break between the other two and this one, but still. Why not flesh things out a bit more (and I don't mean flesh flesh, just, you know, more stuff) and make it longer? At least there's less sex. I'm on page 156, and I don't think there's been any sex yet. There's been lots of talk about it, but no actual hanky panky yet. Thank Cthulhu for small favors.

There are some typos and errors that should not be there, but then again, this is a Laurell book, so I'm not surprised. The thing that keeps throwing me off is the interchangeable and seemingly random use of "faerie" vs. "Faerie." I've always thought of the words as a proper noun, the name of the realm that the sidhe and others live in, etc. It can be used in lowercase, but I'm seeing the lowercase spelling used when the uppercase one is clearly the one intended.

I'm happier with this book than I was with the last two, just as I was very pleasantly surprised at Harlequin and the drastic improvement over the last couple of Anita books. Maybe there's hope for LKH yet?

Catching up on some TV, plus Thursday night, of course.

So this morning, I was flailing randomly, and managed to poke myself in the eye. Like, really hard. My eye was all red and stinging for about an hour, which just goes to show, I should not be up that early.

Yesterday afternoon, I got rid of my queen sized bed and moved a single one into my room. Yes, I switched to a smaller bed. Why? Because my room here at the staff accommodation house is really tiny, and between the queen sized bed, the dressed, the bookshelf, and the random milk crates used as storage, I had very little floor space. Like, probably about a foot and a half all around the bed, and that's about it. Now, about 2/3 of the floor is free, which, well, yay for room! Although I think I have to get an area rug or something, because the carpet in here pretty much sucks. I'm also supposedly getting a TV for my room today, which is pretty cool, except that I still have to figure out how to run a cable into the room, because otherwise it's just limited to DVD viewing. Which, given my movie and TV collection, shouldn't be a problem, but sometimes you just want to flip the TV on and watch some trashy daytime TV, you know?

As a result of all the furniture moving, my back is a bit sore today, so I've been taking it nice and easy. I have to say, though, the soreness is easier to take when it's not compounded by sciatica pain, which my chiropractor did wonders to alleviate in the last session. I still have some little twinges in the leg, but most of the pain is gone, even when I'm lying on my stomach (which is when the pain usually flared up the worst). So yay for chiropractors!

I made a trip to the post office, and was delighted to find that the digital camera I bought from Best Buy had arrived. Two days' shipping time, not too shabby. It's a Canon S5IS, and it's pretty darn cool. One of my roommates is probably going to buy my Panasonic DMC-LS70 from me (DP Review doesn't have an entry for the LS70, but the LS75 is basically the same, just with a slightly bigger LCD screen) at the end of the month, so I'll have some extra money (to put towards paying off the credit card purchase, natch).

There was a book waiting for me at the post office as well (The Book of Ballads, which, even if you're in the US, you might be better off getting it from Chapters/Indigo as it's about one fifth of the Amazon price there. The copy of War and Peace I ordered at the same time should be here tomorrow (for some reason, they shipped them separately, even though they were part of the same order), and when I dropped by the bookstore on the way home, my copy of W.B. Yeats's Irish Fairy and Folk Tales had arrived, so I have plenty of reading once again.

Tonight, I'm going to attempt some writing, in a format that I usually don't do, but this particular bit of the fic seems determined to be written just so and not any other way. Before work tonight, though, I should still get some sleep (I've been up since 9am, when I woke up after a really creepy dream of being on my way to be sacrificed, and going to church to pray and cry and be all "I don't want to die" O_o), but that'll have to wait until after I come back from getting my flu shot. *sigh* Between not getting enough sleep today, and the flu shot, the next couple of days could either be horrible - if I react badly to the flu shot, which hasn't really ever happened before, but who knows what'll happen - or slightly exhausting, especially if I don't catch up on sleep. So I guess we'll see how much writing I'll really get done.

This sums up my sleep habits better than anything I could ever say.

I was walking home from work this morning - and a lovely morning it is, if a little (okay, a lot) windy - and thinking about writing, and November, and NaNo. As you do around this time of the month. I'm not doing NaNo officially this month. I'll probably try and write something, but whether it's one story for the whole 50K words, or a bunch of snippets and snapshots, I haven't decided yet. Two things popped into my head last night - a bit of background information for the Novel (which used to be called Game of Choice, but which I can't quite tell if it fits the story anymore, mutating as it is), and something that could either be background info or part of an actual story for the Wizard's Chronicles universe.

Of course, now that I'm home and have sat down to write either one of them (or both, preferably) down, I can't form a coherent sentence to save my life. *facepalm* Maybe I need coffee or something. I have to stay awake for the next two hours anyway, as I have an optometrist appointment this morning for a contact lens refit. Last time, it turned out that apparently my astigmatism has gotten better than it used to be, so I opted for the Oasys Acuvue lenses because I'm not actually planning on wearing them for long periods of time, so I figured the comfort of the Oasys lenses would be more important than, you know, actually seeing properly. And boy, was I wrong. I put them in, and they're fine, fit-wise, but the constant slightly blurry vision is really bugging me. And frankly, from what I remember of the non-Acuvue, astigmatism-friendly lenses I got the last time I tried contacts, they're not actually that much more comfortable. Of course, the fact that I've been constantly tired and sore-eyed (despite getting regular seven or eight hours' worth of sleep, what the hell, body?) probably doesn't help the discomfort. Maybe I'm just doomed to not being able to wear contacts, at least not without either dryness, or blurry vision, or both?

I suppose while I'm up at the optometrist, I should drop in at the chiropractor's, since I missed my appointment yesterday. I woke up in the afternoon, had a sudden thought of "uh oh, there was something I was supposed to do today," and then decided to call and reschedule in the morning. Which, seeing as the two offices are mere meters away from each other, doesn't actually involve that much effort.

And now, I'm off to go poke myself in the eyes put my contacts in, and then maybe I'll head over to the coffee shop and try to write there for a while before my appointment. If I can actually see things properly, that is.

What I really want to do right now is send bookstore boss a e-mail saying I will not be coming in tonight and then crawl in under my covers and hide there for the next twelve hours or so. My head feels like it's going to meet its end in a messy and gross fashion, beginning with when my right eye socked collapses in on itself. I sat in the back office for 20 minutes at work last night, and the paint/glue/something fumes from the room being renovated next door must have hit me harder than I thought. Bleah.

However, given that I'm only working two days a week at the bookstore now, I don't really want to miss the second day. Therefore I shall drug myself with Advil, drink lots of water, and try to sleep this thing off. Bleah.

Later, I will maybe talk about drama llama at work that happened yesterday. And knitting and stuff.

You know, I knew deciding to give Dirty Sexy Money a try was a mistake… mostly because I've just watched the first four episodes, and I absolutely love it. I don't know if it's the cast, the storyline, or a combination of both, but I'm really enjoying it. Peter Krause is awesome, Donald Sutherland r0×0rs, and Zoe McLellan is pushing my girlcrush buttons big time.

I don't think I'll be trying Life or Journeyman, though. Neither one really grabbed me with its premise, so I think I'll pass. Viva Laughlin premiered yesterday, so I'll be watching the pilot for that tonight, and I think that might just be it for new shows this fall. Come mid-season, there are a few that I'm looking forward to, but I guess with the writers' guild strike on the horizon, anything could happen between now and then.

Okay, what I said about Pushing Daisies being too whimsical and schmaltzy? It's still a bit over the top, but I watched episode 1×03, and I really liked it! I think I may give it another chance yet.

Also, um, watch this. Only make sure you don't drink anything while watching.