Today my name is Achey McCrampgirl. Ugh. This would be unfun at any time, but it's particularly so when I'm at work, because the office is not a place where they encourage me to put on my pajamas, curl up in a ball, and spend the day not talking to anyone. Instead of this ideal situation, I am at my desk, with three hours left before I can leave, no painkillers, and no work to distract me. Dumb.
Tonight I am going to spend some time with a friend I've known since I was very very small. Jessica and I lived around the corner from each other for 14 years, and still saw each other frequently after I moved out of the neighborhood, because we ended up going to the same high school. We had far less contact while I was at UMBC, and until this weekend I had not spoken to her in three years. Turns out that she's living in West Virginia at the moment, but had to come back into town for about a week for family reasons. She'll be leaving again tomorrow, so tonight is our chance to catch up. I think we'll be getting dinner somewhere, and then hanging out at my house rather than going out to find something more exciting. We're more in need of talking than activity.
Yesterday was wowbagger's birthday and open mic. There was a birthday candle in cake, then in sour cream. There was music especially for Erica. And presents. I showed several people my video of psychephage's alcohol-fueled dancing, which is terribly entertaining. There was a Moondance jam. I stayed later than I ought, which means that I am tired today in addition to the crampy. My own fault though. I just happen to like my friends more than I like work.