as a prize for finishing my book, I got...
...cramps. I know, I know, too much information.
Scuttled are my dreams of going over the hill to work at
the Perg (hey, there's always tomorrow). I briefly thought about going to
Orchard Valley to work, but all I really want to do is curl up in a little ball. I
hate cramps. Luckily, they only last for a day, and they started yesterday, so sometime this evening they should be over. In the meantime, I'll be popping my remaining ibuprofin and sipping my can't-believe-how-good-it-is organic instant coffee I got from Whole Foods and generally not leaving the house. Much like yesterday, in fact.
If I don't still feel like utter crap tonight, then I'm going to see a double feature of
Sunset Boulevard and
The Bride of Frankenstein.
