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Sunday, January 22, 2006
No colour, no organization...I'm icky feeling so suck it up.
The Killer Headache from hell.
As I recently told G...
*Snuggles,* I feel icky. (to be followed shortly thereafter by this brief explanation) I have the headache from hell to go along with the cramps from hell to go along with the lack of sleep because of the nightmares from hell
God, you would not believe the dreams I've been having. I don't know why I'm having them now as I've gotten back into reading Nora Roberts, who btw writes romance. I haven't read any Max Haines for over a week and the nightmares are just beginning. He writes about True Crime. So Paul and Karla....the lady in the maritimes that shot and killed her common law husband and was the first woman to get off murder charges on what was later to be the battered spouse syndrome. The guy that talked two people into coming her from britain just so he could kill them and collect the money they were going to pay him for the land he was selling...but wasn't really selling, just so he could pay off his debts. Of course, the details are a little more morbid....oh oh how about the guy that murdered his wife in front of their six children while they were away for the summer working at a saw mill and then proceeded to take her to the saw mill, whereupon the children never saw their mother again. Although once they were grown and not afraid their father would kill them they spilled the beans on him and the oldest son said he could hear his Mother crying as his father dragged her past the window. All so he could shack up with another woman.
People are disgusting. And because I have a morbid fascination with stuff like this I have been having crazy dreams. Let's see, theres one where I'm in my house and a serial killer is trying to find me, and I'm trying to get out as quickly and quietly as I can, I'm in my barefeet wearing a nightdress....and I can't be quiet because the blood in the carpeting is squelching through my toes, I hear him laughing and as I turn around I see the flash of an axe about to bury itself, if not in my head then in the doorjamb of my dining/living room area. I wake up then.
Of course as soon as I close my eyes theres the guy thats grinning maniacally at me and rips his face off with his own hands...his actual face...not just a mask...his skin, flesh, muscles....everything...quite the mess gets sprayed when someone does that.....although considering the amount of zit pus my brain threw in I'm sure there was really too much, I mean you can't end up looking like Carrie at the prom from just one face being ripped off.
Then of course there's the dream where some guys going after my neice and nephew. I try to protect them and end up getting a hatchet to the face.....I wake up then too. Then I close my eyes and think of birthdays cakes with candles...and I see my cottage burning down, so I think of numbers...1...2...3...10...12...13....dead face floating in the water...oh look it's me..wake up time! so I close my eyes...happy thoughts...peter pan....flying...falling...falling no parachute...sma-wake up. Close my eyes again to try it over....oh there I am strung up like a pig on a spit...the giants are carrying me over that big rope bridge about 50,000 feet above a roaring river. Im' struggling and one of them plunges a knife into my neck...I wake up yet again....I'm lying in bed next to someone....but...they're sitting up I can tell because I can't feeltheir body all the way down the side of me I open my eyes and a pillow crashes down ontop of my face. Wake up, close my eyes and see myself being violently ill from arsenic poisoning. Open my eyes and pound my pillows a bit. Roll over and after counting and thinking happy thoughts get back to bed...then the alarm goes off...I get to go to work now. Yea. *said with a deadpan face and absolutely no enthusiasm*
I spent the day at work with a headache from creepy dreams, cramps from hell, a stomach that was starting to get persnickety cause it's deciding i feed it the wrong stuff again. tired as hell and now I feel cranky cause my head feels...huge, blown up...disproportionate (is that a word and did I spell it right?) to the rest of my body....it feels slightly coneheaded and bulbous to the right hand side at the back. And the pulsing pain brehind my eye doesn't help.
Oh did I mention I've been getting back pains? Lower back, between my shoulder blades....middle of my back...everywhere really. So...Hows that for someone who rarely complains about hersel
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