Another small journal entry - really just a bunch of shots I took in Chicago then greyscaled in PSP5 because I like the black and white look. Enjoy.
In other news, I'm feeling much better today. Yesterday evening I thought I might be dying, that my brain my implode, but I woke up this morning with my brain intact, and able to breathe out of my nose for the first time since Wednesday morning. Ahhhh, nice.
Blegh, I'm sick. I managed to catch a cold - probably from someone on one of the several planes I flew on last weekend - and have been home from work yesterday and today. My head feels like it's going to explode. Which would be gross. And uncomfortable.
Anyway, I posted a couple entries about my recent trip to Chicago in my journal before coming down with the Creeping Crud. You can find them here and here. I hope to finish up this weekend when (God willing) I'll be feeling better.
Hey, I'm back!! Chicago is fan-frickin'-tastic, in case you didn't know. I had the best time hanging out with some of the coolest people on the internet, watching them do some awesome karaoke (with a live band, y'all! LIVE!), as well as doing some sight-seeing and, of course, shopping. Recap and piccies coming soon!
Another vacation - yes, I know, I'm always on vacation! - this time to Chicago to hang out with some of my internet friends. It's not JournalCon, as there is no official Con this year, but just a bunch of us hanging out, going to clubs, and doing Karaoke.
Why is it that a work week that's a day short always seems longer than a regular, non-holiday, 5-day work week? Gah! This was one of those weeks; despite having Monday off for Labour Day, it felt like the longest week in history; Friday was forever away. Actually the past two weeks have been pretty bad for me - seriously bad PMS, then one of the worst periods I've had in a couple years at least. I've been so damn tired and cranky, and suffering from one the worst bouts of depression in eons! Not even the miracle Vitamin Z could lift my spirits. I've been crying myself to sleep, hating getting up in the morning, and a few times, I will confess I considered walking away from every-freakin'-thing.
But, I survived. I kept myself in check - I didn't snap at anyone, nor did I bite anyone's head off (even though there were times I really, really wanted to!), I prayed a lot, and made it to Friday in one piece. When I finally arrived home tonight, I was beat. Physically and emotionally exchausted. And, I had a severe headache. So when my mom said she needed my help with something I just growled.
What now? I wondered. Did the toilet break again? Gah.
I almost didn't want to know. But, I dragged myself out to the living room to see what was up. My mood was dark; I just wanted to get into some comfy clothes, grab a glass of wine and just relax. I didn't feel up to dealing with some problem or other. So, imagine my surprise when I walked into the living room and saw this: