Today is simply not my day...



In addition to being accused of breaking the copier at work, I find myself battling a sinus headache, extreme fatigue and the feeling that something is just not right. My intuition's talking here, but I can't decipher the language yet. Hmmm...what now?



My teeth were polished and ground down to an even nub last night, so I am no longer a Hanson Brother. I did manage to fall asleep after much tossing and turning with a cup of tea and a Benadryl chaser. A documentary about September 11th was on, so I watched that before I went to bed. I think I'm sorting out my feelings about the whole thing, and it's kinda weird, 2 years later. I lost 4 people I knew, 2 of which were members of both my grammar and high school classes. We did not graduate together, but I watched these women grow up. Both were chefs. Windows on the World is now just air.



My back, neck, jaw and legs are killing me right now. Tension is not pretty on a Friday afternoon. I think I'll take a spin down to the East Village after work. That always made me feel better. Still, I feel like I'm visiting my past in relation to my present.



I'd like to conk out on my couch, but I have to battle cats and various other new members. How long will that last?



Ugh, I need some coffee...