Huh. Apparently my SIL did the makeup last night for the Washington Redskins. No word on what they need makeup for on a Friday night (communications w/bro and SIL consist mostly of 1 am texts, which tend to leave some info gaps) but it sure sounds cool.

She also said she hadn't seen a lot full of super high end cars like that since she left Moscow.

How random!

So I just heard a parody of that stupid rapey Thicke song about...puppies. Furred Lines. I approve. (Every time I hear it on the radio at the Y, I'm all oh, that's catchy-wait, UHG!)

Didn't need to wake up at 6:30. Did anyway.

What kind of event did the Wash. Redskins need makeup for? Most football-type makeup I can think of involves dark bars under the eyes, and the occasional number of a Bible verse.

Ugh, after about 20 minutes in my bedroom this morning Molly decided the clean jeans piled up on the unused side of my bed would work as a makeshift litterbox and peed all over them. Not the ideal way to be greeted first thing.

What kind of event did the Wash. Redskins need makeup for? Most football-type makeup I can think of involves dark bars under the eyes, and the occasional number of a Bible verse.

I had an even uglier thought, given the current situation with the redskins. But for neither of those would they need to bring in a pro.

Timelies all!

At Philcon, and this congestion is still kicking my ass. Time for hot tea...

I hate people. Major trigger warning for the comment section. [link]

Matt, oh my goodness. Do cats like denim or something?

had an even uglier thought, given the current situation with the redskins. But for neither of those would they need to bring in a pro.

Oooh damn girl.

Does this mean you are okay for at least a week?

It gets me to tomorrow's normal meds in a sane manner. I spent most of Thursday as immobile as I've ever been conscious, pausing only to take another half Ambien each time one wore off, because sleep was the only thing that didn't send my brain sloshing around the molten glass lining my skull. I think that, combined with the steroids, took me off the critical list, but any twitch sent me back again.

But UCLA hasn't seen me for a headache in 6 months or so, and it wasn't the normal ER, so those factors both helped them give me the right amount of meds, even if it was in two batches. They were kind, and they were gentle, and the earplugs issued in defence of the short-of-hearing conversations going on across the curtain were surprisingly effective.

I had a ticket for Thor 2 this morning, but I banged my head leaving the apartment. I have coffee at 1 with a friend of my sister that I've bailed on once so far. So I bailed on Asgard and the money instead, just to be sure. Lying down, hydrating, planning today's photo and today's drawing--through all this I have not dropped the ball on either, although a couple self portraits have been perfunctory web cam jobbies, not the painting with light that's my current goal.