Yesterday was quite the day. I woke up with one of the worst migraines I have had in years. Literally years. I'm not exaggerating when I say; it hurt to breathe. The bulk of the pain was behind my eyes and every breath felt like needles jabbing into my eyeballs from the back. I treed not to cry, knowing it would make it worse. I moaned and groan and writhed a little and begged Bren to kill me at least 3 times.
Needless to say Bren was very worried and wasn't sure what to do. He ran out and got me some Excedrine Migraine which helped a little. Except that the first 2 times I took it I puked the pills right back out. Good lord I puked most of the day. Ok sorry that was gross. Anyhoo, then Bren had to leave because the theatre flooded. So he was there with a handful of others ALL DAY cleaning and waiting for the plumbers to come. It was a mess.
Then, I had a performance at 10PM. Luckily the headache part subsided enough for me to go on, but the nausea was really hitting me. I made it through the show without puking on anyone. But THEN.... There was a riot outside the theatre a couple blocks away that had made it's way to our parking lot. When I say riot, I mean it. Helicopters, cops, guns, screaming, yelling, running. We all came out after the show and were standing in the parking lot when some crazed a-hole came by, running from a cop waving a gun. So, we all ran back inside. Luckily the chaos subdued after a bit and we were able to leave safely.
Now I'm tired. I think I'll flop on the couch for a bit before my meeting.
Before I go, I'm gonna bore you with another awesome project I did. I'm actually quite proud of this sucker. I made a clutch purse.
Yeah I did. And someone at work offered me some good money to make a few of those for her in OSU colors. Woot.