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Other Than That, How Was The Play, Mrs. Lincoln?
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Other Than That, How Was The Play, Mrs. Lincoln? Well, the title should pretty much tell you how my birthday went. I decide I'm hungry. I'll have breakfast, watch chat as I eat and then take a shower, as my hair takes hours to dry. My first mistake of the day was deciding on breakfast. I had eggs and English muffins here, but I had to go to the deli and get home fries, (which they bake) and coffee. Well, the funeral director and his cronies had descended en masse in there and there was one counter person. I should have just left. Oh no. I had to have them. So, a good 45 minutes later, I'm on my way home. I'm thinking, there's my bad luck for the day. I get home, make my eggs and muffin and sit down at the computer. I go into chat... Something is going on. Someone asks me what I know. I'm confused. A close friend of mine starts IMing me with how she wants to kill the guy who told her a week ago, he was taking back his wife if she would have him and he couldn't see her anymore. Seems she and two other regulars from the room were seeing him at the same time. Seems he was never divorced. Seems she never left him with three small to look after. Seems he wasn't a nice guy at all. Mind you, this is a good friend, or I would have said, fuck off, it's my birthday, deal with your drama yourself. But no. I have to go into conference in YIM with them... What business is it of mine, you ask? Ah, he and his best friend decided to involve me in it well over a month before the shit hit the fan. Sneaky little bastards. Feeding me information that he couldn't bring himself to tell my friend himself. Such as, how this man had to take his wife back, as she's dying of cancer and has no insurance. But how much he cares about my friend. Working to<b> illicit </font></b>sympathy, etc. So, I was quite curious to see the stories he had been feeding others. Comparing notes, if you will. Well, at the same time, one of the men who had been seeing one of the women involved came in and saw just enough to figure out what was going on. This is another friend of mine. He's not happy, he's in another IM. Seems this man was one of his confidants and knew all about his seeing the same woman. Heh. It's messy, let me tell you. I'm not going to go into details. I will just say, I now have four people who are feeling betrayed on my hands at once. This all starts around 10 AM. The conference didn't last past noon, but I have a good friend who wants to leave dead chickens on his doorstep and a man who wants to go punch someone on my hands. I decide I need a bit of a break from all of this and go to check my blog. I figure I'll answer your comments as I listen to them deal with what they're going through... Which is why I see on the list of recent visitors a name. The name of someone I mentioned in my post. A person with whom I've had no contact in years. Who has never been to my blog before. Who picks the one day I list an incident that wouldn't have made the list if a friend hadn't reminded me when I was writing! I was mortified and embarrassed at the same time. It took me a while to see the humor in it. I was seriously thrown for a loop, so nothing got answered. Also in the middle of all of this, I come down with an aural migraine in my left eye. So, being too drained to even go to get pills at that point, I'm watching them talk to me with my hand over my left eye. This is what lead to me saying to both of them, I need a nap, I've got a migraine. Now an aural or visual migraine can be a precursor to a classic migraine or it can stand in its own. My earliest crib memory is of a migraine. For many years, I took Inderal to control them. It worked so well that when I went two years without a migraine, I was weaned off of them. When you're born with hereditary migraines, the older you get, the better the chance they will go away. My mother's went away at menopause, I'm hoping that's the case for me too. But the aural migraine is the broken glass or zig-zag pattern in one or both eyes. I started getting them about three years ago, well after my last classic migraine. I'm lucky, in the fact that when I get them, there is no pain. The patterns move away, or if they don't, I can take Advil. Glare tends to be the worst offender in setting one off for me. I was being too lazy yesterday to move positions so the glare from outside the window wasn't in my eyes while I was talking. I finally say screw it, and decide I need a nap. The nap would have been a deep slumber, I'm sure, had it not been for the fact the RLS decides to come back this quickly. It shouldn't be back so soon after acupuncture, but it does tend to be much worse in summer. I give up at about 6, I've got all sorts of messages. Everything is turning into a fiasco at this point. I decide, I deserve a birthday cake after all of this and not a crappy Pepperidge Farm frozen one. That I earned butter cream! So, in spite of my history of woes with transportation on my birthdays past, I check the bus schedules, call the bakery to see what time they close, get dressed finally, (I still haven't had my shower) and go out for the 7:30 bus. The bus is late, of course. It's a weekend. I'm about to say, fate doesn't want me to have the cake and just go home when the bus comes. I get downtown. I decide to stop in Quick-Chek first to get cigarettes and something to drink, as it's still hot and muggy as hell. This is when the aural migraine comes back, in my right eye this time. I get overpriced Advil, as that normally helps with aural migraines and I'm starting to think that it's a stroke and not a migraine. I'm getting panicked at this point. I swallow the Advil and drink the water and in a few minutes, it seems to be taking effect. I check the time, as the bus was so late, I want to make sure I do have time to get to the bakery. I'm good on time. It's 8:15 when I get to the bakery. I'm out at 8:20 and the bus is due in 15 minutes... So I wait. And I wait. And wait some more. When I see one go by in the opposite direction, I know it's really late. While I'm waiting and staring at the headlights of oncoming traffic, the auras come back. At this point, I'm thinking I'm going to die of a stroke right here. Something isn't right. This was by far the worst aural migraine I've had. I'm on the verge of tears. My ankle is starting to swell and throb. The bus finally comes. Had it been on time, I should have been home a good by the time it arrived. I finally get home at about 9:30... I put the cake in the refrigerator, answer the off-lines I got while I was gone and decide to shut my eyes for a few minutes before nuking something for dinner and eating an entire cake with butter cream frosting. I decide I need a little levity to my day. My ankle is throbbing, I'm feeling like shit, I decide to IM my scammer. I promptly fall asleep with the computer on, but he answers me hours later... [21:49] gayman4u2c: Sugar buns? Are you here, sugar buns? [21:49] gayman4u2c: I miss your ass so madly. [21:50] gayman4u2c: I can't wait to fuck you into next week. [21:50] gayman4u2c: When are you sending me my plane tickets to visit you? [21:50] gayman4u2c: I can't wait to bring you home to mom. [01:45] *** "jimmy_peters1" signed on at Sun Jul 02 01:45:23 2006. [01:47] jimmy_peters1: hello when are you goind to be online [01:48] *** "jimmy_peters1" signed off at Sun Jul 02 01:48:12 2006. At least my scammer still loves me. I woke up at 5 AM. I'm all signed on, so I go to check my mail. Hate mail, just in, under the wire! An 11: 02 PM time stamp! Some fucktard Cosa Nostra wannabe sends me email. Telling me how I have no class and I need to be slapped around. Yeah, I want to see that when I wake up. I visit his profile, he's into giving women golden showers. Uh-huh. He's into pissing on women and slapping us around and I'm the one with no class. Right... I want to blog him, but he's way too local and looks like he's in the business. Either that, or he's watched one too many episodes of "The Sopranos" and mobster movies. But I'm wondering if a hit will be taken out on me if I blog him. But he put so much effort into his email, I'm very tempted. So, that was my birthday. My cake is still untouched and I finally got my shower around noon today. Your comments are still unanswered and I need a nap. Especially since my eyes are still wonky from yesterday. All in all, it wasn't the worst birthday I've ever had. I still wanted to slash my wrists and write, "I'm so NOT happy!" in blood on the walls, even as late as this morning. But it actually wasn't the worst. |
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7/2/2006 12:19 pm |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (Sorry, its belated though)
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7/2/2006 12:35 pm |
I hope you ate your cake after writing this.
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Tell me, Ann. Was the butter cream worth it? Was the butter cream worth it? I'm shocked at you...  DIV "My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death." -Tupac Shakur
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LOLm The scammer reminds me, it's time to post another prank call. I'm gonna try something new this time. Keep an eye on my blog, and you'll see what I mean. LOL Come into my realm! You aren't afraid...are you?
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7/3/2006 11:07 am |
belated birthday wishes missann.......hope your feeling better...i hate crappy birthdays...
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7/3/2006 4:15 pm |
Glad you survived and a butter cream cake would be worth it...though I think Tastykake makes one now if you have a convenience store nearby that carries their stuff.
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7/3/2006 8:31 pm |
Happy late birthday, young lady.  BTW, just to leave you a laugh, did you know that TT has copyrighted the Declaration of Independence? ROTFLMAO!!!!
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7/4/2006 6:35 pm |
Well, congratulations on another year, Ms Ann. I have a vaguely similar approach to my birthday as yours - I'm largely indifferent to them. I don't really see why making to the end of another year deserves much in the way of commemoration or plaudit. I mean, no one has to really do anything other than merely exist to warrant a birthday, and that's not the challenge that it perhaps once used to be. Birthdays. Pshaw. Bah and humbug, even. And don't get me started on Christmas, either.
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