Yesterday

Spent faffing around, doing a bit of sunbathing, applied for a couple of jobs, stupidly watched the repeat of Firefly rather'n Angel on 5 (stupid! stupid! stupid!). However, slight problem, as gradually got ill + headache during Firefly and then proceeded to be looked at warily by parents as I did that 'going the shade of the wall behind you' thing - our colour scheme is a rather nice seafoam-grey - and being only able to pick at food, and even then it had to have long gaps between tiny bits of food. With added wooziness and queasiness. When your parents say 'You don't have to eat, you know, if you want to go and lie down, go now.' you know you must look bad. Got a bit better, then proceeded to heat up a bit, then got commanded to not even touch the washing up and go straight to bed. Think it's the first time I've been in bed by ten in years.

And as mum says, this is the rather obvious sign that I'm going to be getting the hereditary Hanson/Hull migraines, as it's all the symptoms sans the blinding headaches. *joy!*

However, today, shall possibly sunbathe some more and apply for jobs. Trust me, my days are not what you might call interesting. And it doesn't help that the muses keep taking long vacation trips.