What's the work dinner thing for?

Celebrate our general awesomeness?

I'm not even sure. As time ticks away I'm getting more and more reticent. The one guy in the department I usually talk to isn't going to be there, and I don't feel like making new friends with co-workers.

Weirdly, I feel less reticent about the life drawing, because I can totally ignore people there, or act like someone completely different. It doesn't matter. Also, the idea of just sleeping in my car (or going home and pretending I'm actually going to leave again for the life drawing, which would never actually happen, given traffic and painkiller availability) is becoming more and more attractive.

Dammit.

My head hurts.

I hate this.

That sounds well worthy of hate.

If it's not a mandatory get-looked-askance-at-if-you-don't-go thing, maybe treat yourself to a quick dinner somewhere near the class, and just do that?

Ugh, ita.

On the vicodin, I just don't like the particular way it makes me feel not all the way there.

Perkins, may the Vicodin do you right.

ita, take care of yourself. You have limited spoons, you know.

Just realized I forgot to take my meds again, checked the pill caddy and it had been two days. Now waiting for them to kick in and take away the weird brain feelings. ::sigh:: Not batting very high on the adult scale, this week.

DJ, wanted to clarify that I'm happy to talk on the phone about PC. Just don't have energy to try and type it all out coherently.

Suzi, did you get my email last night, with the link?

I did but was asleep, then at work, I'm home now but about to go to the tattoo joint to get more work done on my back. BUT either when I get home or tomorrow (working from home) I will follow that link and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Hope the Vicodin makes the pain go away, Perkins. I love the way V makes me feel. I call them my happiest pills. Same hope for you, ita, with different drugs.

I'm just going to have to admit I can't do this. I can't think of anything but running home. Not even the life class feels appealing, despite the spanking new huge sketch book (god, I love sketch books) in my car.

I like these people.

I don't have the spoons.

And tomorrow is a work day.

I'm off home.

As much as it sucks, I think that's the best thing.

So he not only earns it, but thinks his way through the process.

Bev, do you want a Nephlet. Actually, no, would you please, please, please take my sister and wallop her with this cluestick?

The glasses conversation makes me remember when I got my full-time glasses a year or two ago. I went over to a friend's place to hang out by the firepit and drink wine and I spent an inordinate amount of time with my right eye shut and looking at pine trees with my glasses and then without them. I'd had no idea until my eye exam earlier that day that my left eye was significantly worse.

Perkins, I hope the pain is managed and you don't regret the Vic. Ouchy mouth...