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I woke up at 3:50 a.m. with an extreme headache and nausea.  I staggered to the bathroom to take my last Imitrex (thank goodness I still had one at home!) and fall back in bed with a cold wet sock draped across my eyes.  Periodically I got up to go dry heave some more until I really did barf for real.  The headache finally faded an hour and a half later and I got to sleep for a little bit more.

Work was ok, I felt fine until the last hour or two, when the pain and nausea started to come back.  I wasn’t very productive in general.  I felt a little better after I got home and ate some food (Dilly’s veggie supreme sandwich gift!) and took a shower and had my feet rubbed.  Then I went to hang out with friends even though really I just wanted to go to sleep, because I also wanted to see the friends.

At 9:50 I realized suddenly that I had to leave because I was going to throw up, so I drove myself home in the worst ten minutes of the past week, when I concentrated on not barfing.

I got home and went directly to the bathroom and threw up a whole lot.  I might not yet be done, so I don’t want  to take an Imitrex until I know it will stay down.  Barf barf.  Huzzah!

I spent most of the weekend reading and eating, often at the same time.  Friday night I went to Delhi Palace and gorged myself on a vegetarian dinner, then read Amber and Iron, the second book in the DragonLance Dark Disciple trilogy.  Saturday I ate fruit and leftovers while reading the rest of Amber and Iron, then went to dinner at Chipotle and gorged myself on the entire burrito bol when I had planned to bring half home.  I started reading You’re Not You by Michelle Wildgen.

Today I went to U.S. Egg for lunch and gorged myself on a breakfast sandwich, then ate lots of fruit in the afternoon while continuing You’re Not You.

I read The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion earlier in the week, probably while eating.  Tomorrow I will start a book that certainly falls in the chick lit category: the latest novel from Candace Bushnell, originator of “Sex & the City”, called Lipstick Jungle.

I finished piecing together a smaller quilt tonight and I am disappointed in the way the border brings it together.  It’s a lighter color than I was hoping for.  It’s alright, I suppose, just not as vibrant as hoped and paler in the living room than it seemed in the store.

In two days it is August and I get to choose fabrics for the baby quilt!  (I decided not to start it until August.)  The parents are sending me a material they would like incorporated, so I suppose I should wait for that to arrive before racing off to the store to spend an hour immersed in fabric.

Last week I had the place to myself Monday morning through Thursday night and it’s the same thing this week. (The Mister is off interviewing people in California for his book about game feel.) What am I doing with all the time to do as I please?

I went grocery shopping this evening and bought $60 of food, mostly fruit in various forms and possibly unnecessary quantities. Last night I bolted upright at 1:50 a.m. thinking that my phone was ringing and began pressing buttons to review the received call list, although really I just mashed some buttons until I realized I was probably not quite awake and lay back down.  Nobody was there to ask what the hell I was doing so the realization probably took longer than usual.  Tomorrow morning I’ll make my own breakfast (cereal and fruit!) and lunch (soup and sandwich and fruit!) and walk the dog.

So really, I’m doing the same things as usual, just by myself, which is the usual way some of these things are done anyway. Tomorrow after coming home from work to walk the dog and eat a fruit- & cheese-based dinner I will go to the library to return my books before they accrue fines and maybe check out some new ones. Free books, just for living in the area and promising to bring them back at some point? What a deal!

…Harry Potter while I sing this song.

I slept until almost 1:30.  Then I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows until I finished around 5:30.  I don’t remember doing anything particularly for awhile, maybe I was reading the Internet or something, then I went to watch a hockey game at 7:45.  My laddie’s team lost something like 10-1.  The scoreboard stops after 7 and I’m not sure how many more goals were scored after that.

I decided I’m going to reread the last third of the book  to pick up on more details that I might have missed the first time through as I was powering through to find out what happens.  I might back back and read the rest of the six books as well - I read the first three in a period of three days in January of my freshman year of college, and I don’t remember all that much about any of the other six.  I just watched the movie version of number 5, Order of the Phoenix, but the others are rather vague in my memory.  That made it difficult when starting Deathly Hallows.  I would ask myself, Wait, who is this Mundungus fellow and why don’t the others trust him?  What did Rita Skeeter write about Harry and in which book was she?  Who taught Defense Against Dark Arts in the 6th?

I bought that final Harry Potter book this afternoon.  I am about halfway through and will read the rest tomorrow.  Reading is fun!