Vicodin can cure anything!

Well, not really, but it is most certainly helping my latest migraine since I am unable to take anymore naratriptans for a few more hours. I maxed out on them yesterday and they didn't even work.

Boo hoo.

It's becoming more and more evident to me that I am unable to handle everything I am assigning myself. My body should not have to shut down for me to catch up on sleep and I should not have to miss work (unpaid at this point) once a month in order to find time for me.

I need a magic solution. Today it is Dawson's Creek and Vicodin. Tomorrow it will be Bikram Yoga. Maybe I will even get another B in a class just so I can cut myself some slack.

Also, I need a haircut. It's still cute (thank you, Moni Rose) however it's too long for the current cut and as a result just sort of hangs funny in the mousy-brown way that it does.

At least it's soft.