My mom is coming to town on Mother's Day weekend. B is going to visit his mom, who we are keeping in our prayers, because she's going through her 2nd round of chemo for NH lymphoma. We're flying my mom in to keep me company, since the whole cluster headache thing is new and being on the medicine for it makes me about as smart as that guy I dated who said low carb beer was a bad idea because why would you drink beer with no fizz (a walking after school special for why not to do shrooms all day, every day, duuuude.)-- and because I like my mom.
So, I've been laying around a lot, I suspect from toomah fatigue. Sooooooo tired. Usually, I am accepting of that; today, not so much. IIn lieu of perspective I present to you The Song A Day Guy!!, one of the unsung perks of rarely moving + clunking around on the internet far more than is healthy. This guy is SO funny, man. He writes a song a day. Check out the Paul Krugman song. Bwaahaaaahaaa.
In other news, tonight I stay up until midnight. Eeek! I haven't been that cool in awhile. I have to chew on this thing at midnight and then take it to a lab to see if toomah is making cortisol. All before my economy car turns into a pumpkin.
And tomorrow, I actually am going to be cool, because I have tickets to see Fleetwood Mac! I don't think I've ever longed to see any band more or watched any band's concert dvd more than Fleetwood Mac. I went to see them once, but I was a mere fetus!
*I'm not in PETA, so you can put your hateraid down (okay, I just wanted to say hateraid).
I used to be, though, and I probably will again.
They actually do a lot for the environment and for animal welfare in general; I'm sorry
that some of them can be scary or threw paint on your coat.
Go ahead and eat your steak;
I'm not judging.