My physical therapist mentioned yesterday that my top rib seemed out of place, and now I keep feeling my ribs and collarbone, and the left and right sides are definitely uneven -- the collarbone sticks out way more on the left than on the right.

People shouldn't tell me these things. I obsess.

Heh. At the dollar theater I might be willing, just to make fun of it.

I was not on late last night because I was felled by a migraine. I was SUPPOSED to go out dancing. Got migraine. Tried to take meds and a nap and meet up with friends later. Slept through friends' first text. Heard second text an hour later, responded with a resounding "yeah, so not meeting you, sorry". Sigh. Ended up sleeping 14 hours (after waking up in the middle of the night and taking MORE meds).

Damnit, I was at LEAST hoping that going to bed at 8:30PM would mean I'd wake UP early. GRRRR.

Oof. Migraine sounds not good.

I am an idiot. Why did I refuse the cortisone shots when I was at the doctor, because it wasn't hurting too much at that moment, when I know that at other times of day it hurts a lot more? At least I seem to have gotten the anxiety under control, so I'm only dealing with one medical problem instead of two.

So last night was the pain night?

I had a migraine too-- first one in a long while where the pain woke me up and I had to go take meds.

It is still sleepy on the boards. may be this means it is an extra fun weekend for people.

I'm sitting in mine and Amy's hotel room in Vegas, catching up on this week's "Lost" using the magic of the interwebs. Cashmere is spa-ing, and Amy and Perkins are seeing the sites. Amy and I are going to see the super happy cheerful movie "The Reader" this afternoon. Isn't that the perfect Vegas thing to do!?

Tonight will likely be a show of some sort, and some drinking. I hope I will be able to drink. Unfortunately, I arrived Thursday night and got comped Grand Marnier with my margarita orders...all 3 or 4 of them. Ouch. I broke my rule of "no sweet liquor" and it came back to bite me in the ass. Hard. Yesterday I had a hangover so awful that I didn't leave the hotel room all day until the other chicas arrived around 6PM. And I didn't feel well all evening, even though I was delighted with the company.

Today? Much better. Got sleep, and Amy saved me by delivering me some Starbucks (no makers in the rooms here, dammit).

I slept! For 10 hours or so! And discovered that a friend posted a photo on facebook of me from about 1995, which made me laugh and laugh.

Aww, I'm jealous of the Vegas, sounds like fun!!

I had a nasty migraine last night, etcetc. And so far today I ran around trying to find crepe hair (yes) spirit gum (no, they only had the ginoromo bottle for sale, but when I got home I managed to wrestle open my glued shut bottle), paczkis (yes! though they were out of the cream, I got lemon and raspberry), and a rosary (yes! $1.30! for my performance tonight. Plus a great store for future presents for my father!). And called in a refill on a prescription.

Now to pick up prescription, rehearse for performance, get haircut, get in drag, go to show, perform, not kill girlfriend, have good time, hopefully enjoy self....

Las Vegas impressions go through periods of "wow, this place is awesome!" and "Wow, this place is skanky!"

Sadly, this is often on the same trip.

Often, the same day