Month: May 2012

Feeling better

Hung out with the beauteous Katie last night, and helped get more of her stuff outta my house and into hers. 

Ziva is running so well I’m wondering when the other shoe’s gonna drop.

Sun!  Sun! Sun!  It’s a pleasant change.

Paul was going to take me to lunch yesterday and then realized he’d double booked himself.  I hope we get together soon, I just figured out how to play “It takes a lot to laugh it takes a train to cry” on Otto.  This mandolin sounds so fucking good I get shivers every time I play it.  I practiced “My Needle and I” as well as the foregoing.  Morning music exercises are good fer brainz.

My Needle and I

I’ve but one summer, I’ve more than one name
I can’t abide courts with their whispering games
My mind is ice and my heart is a flame
Loyalty kills you more swiftly than shame

Gods hear my cry
Traitors must die
Stone, steel and sky
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I

Winterfell’s safety is now but a dream
Trapped among enemies, not what I seem
If they discover me they’ll have my head
Hatred befriend me and drive away dread

Gods hear my cry
Traitors must die
Snow, steel and sky
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I

Winter is coming, I hear Father’s voice
Life is an accident, honour a choice
Jon gave me Needle and left for the Wall
Nymeria’s gone, I have no one at all

Gods hear my cry
Traitors must die
Stone, steel and sky
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I
We claim this vengeance, my Needle and I

Tingling and numbness

Yesterday, 1 pm, worst scotoma in about a decade.  Just barely made it home in time to barf – been two decades since that happened with a migraine.  Long bath.  Bed.  Dragged myself up at Jeff’s return and got the octave mandolin from the post office and then back home to collapse.  Awake at 5 am and now I have a tremendous post migraine headache and an equally tremendous desire to feel sorry for myself.  Right eyelid is drooping…

awake and aware

Heavy sigh.  This is now Day 7 of project quit drinking.  I don’t know what I was expecting…DTs maybe?  Instead, nothing, except I have to remember to drink 20 ounces of water between the time I get home and the time I go to bed or I get dehydrated.  That’s what the beer was for, to give my kidneys something to do when they were bored.

Otherwise, no effect on my life at all.

Time to go shower and get dressed and call in sick to work.  Yeah, I would like to – it’s May Day! – but I think I’ll occupy my work station and serve customers today.