a regular day with no trauma.

now, hopefully, I'll be motivated enough to work for a while tonight.

I had the most incredible migraine headache last weekend. It started Saturday morning as a vague weariness as I was making my way through the first Green Market saturday at Piedmont Park. Bought some blueberry bushes for my mother to cheer her up. By the time I drove to Smyrna with the shrubs and Monster at my side, I had lay on the couch and hand the car keys to him to drive me home. Lost the rest of the day, sleeping, drinking coffee, eating and taking exedrine (my drug of choice).

Sunday, I made it out just long enough to meet J. for sushi and went back into a coma for the rest of the day.

Monday I was mostly back and fully operational but a bit slow. We ordered chinese food (our new monday tradition) and watched DVDs of Farscape.

I think the entire physical crash I went through was a result of several factors all coming together for one catastropic event. Low blood sugar. Low blood pressure. Hormones. Stress over project management and family. Too little caffeine for the morning java monkey. Skipping breakfast. And that glass of red wine I had at dinner the night before with Nik and Aud.

I'm feeling much better now.

Started the day with discovering my car had been broken into over night. Nothing of any value taken other than my cell phone earpiece. I learned a long time ago that locked cars in my lot mean broken windows.

It seems that I have NO time these days. Not that I'm complaining too much. I just wish I could have taken a few minutes here and there to fully prepare to talk about the freelance thingie I agreed to do today. Had to show up with a completely unprepared book because my only real free time to work is evenings on Tuesday til Friday. That's it. and I am still in the midst of upgrading machines, software and printers.

I am tired tonight. And how did it get so late so soon??

So, it's like midnight and there is absolutely no one home in my building except me and Aziz. And there's this maroon car just sitting in our lot, in James' space, that obviously doesn't belong to anyone who lives here and they've been out there 15 minutes now. Should I be suspicious or am I paranoid?

315 is dead.

Chaz phoned to tell me that tonight. And it wasn't the cancer that killed him. He was hit by a car at the Georgia-Alabama border yesterday. Seems he was pulled over on the side of the highway when another car hit him.

Tonight he had planned a birthday party for himself at Eyedrum. Around 9PM. What little unofficial word I've heard is that 315's family asked that the party or gathering of friends still happen tonight. That'd be just like him.

Only now it'll be a wake.