Seriously, that's all I've been doing. I've gotten some work done at work - finished a mailing project and got a spreadsheet to the point where I'll be able to finish it easily tomorrow - but mostly I've just been distracted and useless. I know that the faster I get these projects done, the better it'll look on my review, but frankly? The review isn't until September, and unless my supervisor is making notes on every single thing I do, which she isn't, I really doubt that the fact that I had a couple of slow days is going to come up.
I'm not trying to play the system, I promise. I just can't concentrate.
Last Saturday I had a terrible migraine. Not just a bad headache, but a couldn't-open-my-eyes, throwing-up-from-the-pain, sunlight-lancing-into-my-temples, on-and-off-fever, kill-me-now migraine. It was like having the flu times the worst headache of my life, and it was miserable.
So then I worked again all day on Sunday (did I mention that I didn't get a weekend? Yeah. Worked at the cafe both days) with a sort of persistent low-level headache, and by the time I was all settled in at work on Monday (post-8 AM meeting, of all things), I could feel another migraine on the way. So I did the smart thing, called my supervisor, and took off for home, where I spent the next four hours trying to sleep through the worst of it. As if that was really a possibility.
Anyway, though, the point of all of this rambling and complaining is that I hate migraines, and I'm feeling better now, and I never, ever, ever want to have another one again.
Thirteen minutes left of work. Then I can go grab the dog, and we will play and frolic and romp and splash at the lake park for a while. Still haven't done any writing - though I've done lots and lots of talking about the writing I haven't done - so maybe I'll get to that later? I don't know. Running on four hours of sleep, so I'm somewhat keyed up and cranky. We did...ten loads of laundry last night. Or something like that. It was epic, and it took forever, oh my god the apartment is perpetually a disorganized, dog-hair-infested mess.
But it's cool. Seriously, it's cool.