Last night was wonderful. So. damn. good. I have not been that excited to watch a live TV event in some time. Man, I missed Downton Abbey. I had that (admittedly super-nerdy and also a little bit embarrassing) West Wing-y kind of feeling, watching last night. Like I wanted to crawl into the TV and give everyone a hug and say oh, I missed you so much and I wish you were real.
Seriously, it was so great. So many story lines so much new information. And the Dowager Countess' one-liners. And the hair. And the clothes. I die. I just DIE. So, so, so, good. 1920? You look good on Downton. Even freaking Edith looked glamorous. The whole thing... I just... sigh. Dreamy.
Anyway, Downton being on last night actually meant I didn't have the Sunday night blues, as I would normally be all about the night before going back to work at the end of my break. I was so excited about DA that I wasn't dreading the end of my weekend. I was asleep by a decent(ish) hour, I had put everything out for the next day (clothes, shoes, etc) and I had packed everyone a lunch. I wasn't even dreading my 7:20 AM dentist appointment.
And then I woke up with another damn headache somewhere between 4:00 and 5:00 AM. Glorious.
Listen, I am so over these headaches. There's nothing quite so special as being awoken by the searing pain behind your eyeball, or the fact that you want to vomit in your bed. That was a special moment.
So my big plan of hitting the gym, then coming home, curling my hair, and heading to school to greet all of my friends at 8:00 AM? Not so much. I had to take my medicine and dive back under the covers for hours. The pain got better, but I was lucky to make it into my clothes to stumble out the door by 9:30. Even then I was shaky all morning from the medicine. I got a lot of work done and I'm ready for tomorrow when the students show up, but I'm tired of my life coming to a screeching halt this often for m'brain pain. Enough is enough, headaches.
Ain't nobody got time for that.