2009-09-15 - 2:59 p.m.
That pile of grading can stare at me all it wants. I'm not doing it.

I had a neurologist appointment today at 2, which ended at 2:08. Which means that I've had this whole afternoon off! I can't tell you how excited I was to actually get an afternoon to myself.

My appointment went well, too. I was fairly nervous going in because he only sees me usually when things are going horrifically and things are actually okay right now. I had one cluster yesterday morning and a bizarre migraine last night (how fricking unfair that I get a migraine during cluster season?!), but other than that, I've been feeling really good. As far as headaches go at least. This damn cold just won't let go. I've still got a cough and actually spent most of Sunday in bed feeling like shit.

But that might be because I got up at 3:30 Saturday morning to go stand in the cold and the rain all day coaching softball. Man, I wish this season was over. The girls are currently on my shit list for leaving ALL of the equipment under the bus when we got home from yet another game last night. So I had to drive over to to the bus barn at 8:30 PM and get all the stuff myself. Which was super creepy in the pitch black dark over there, by the way. I obviously didn't attend practice today since my doctor's appointment was in a city an hour away, and we have a game tomorrow, but I tell you what, I am going to give them one hell of a punishment on Thursday. I have no idea what it'll be, but it'll be tedious and unpleasant.

We actually got a plaque after our tournament on Saturday. Shocked the hell out of me, since we were in the bottom bracket, competing for 9th place in the tournament. The girls were all excited about it and I was too cold and tired to tell them that they should probably not be excited about their loser trophy. Seriously?! Yes, we won our bracket, but how did we get into our bracket? Oh, yeah, we got our butts kicked in the first two games. Tournament organizers of the world: Please quit giving kids trophies for 9th place - it's embarrassing.

Ugh. I feel like I've been working and working and working and not getting to come up for air. Working 80+ hours a week will do that to you, I guess.

Tawley has been bitching about not getting to see me and I kind of want to punch him in the face for it. Honestly. You're lucky I make time for you at all, kiddo. I might see him on Thursday, but who knows if he keeps pissing me off. Yeah, yeah, I know I told Libby on the phone the other day that I was giving my heartbreaker routine a break and going to attempt to have a real relationship (just to try it out, of course. I'm sure I can do it if I try), but man, Tawley's pushing it. Another guy might have been done for if I was still in ridiculous standards-don't put up with any shit mode. Lucky for him, I'm attempting to be a grown-up.

And he's not being that bad, really. I'm just terribly unforgiving when it comes to men. You brought me flowers on the first date? Done. I hate that sissy crap. You think Dane Cook is funny? Over! Your bottom teeth are kinda crooked? DELETED! (All real life examples, unfortunately) See? I need to get over myself.

Right now, though, I'm going to sit on my butt and do absolutely nothing until I go and get my hair cut. What a luxury free time is!