I’m having a draining day – literally a draining day.
I think something is wrong with my brain. I can’t stop thinking about sewing my Xena costume together, and before I leave for work, and as soon as I get home, I watch Xena. I’m on season three. Gabrielle just gave birth to a little satin baby and floated it downstream, then lied to Xena telling her that she killed it.
I’m hooked, but not only hooked, I’m one of those obsessive freaks making a costume modeling after her favorite super hero. I’m such a nerd.
So last night when I got home from work, I started an episode of Xena and scavenged my refrigerator for food. I found some weird looking fish in a zip-lock bag.
“What is this?” I held up the bag to examine its contents. “Is it edible?” I eat some. “Yup.”
I take the zip-lock bag with me downstairs, not heating it in the oven or using utensils, I go medieval on that mystery fish. Then I start on my costume.
I was looking forward to this project, but now it’s becoming an obsession. Xena is playing in the background of the picture above.
Anyway, I wake up today at 10 am feeling like I might vomit. I run to the bathroom and stay there for a good half hour. All day today I been running to the bathroom. Before I left for work I was in there for a good half hour – hanging my head almost in tears that I had to give massages while feeling this way.
I get out of the bathroom and make it in time to answer my cell. It was work calling to tell me that I had to be in at 1 pm, not 2. I look at the clock, it’s 1:02.
Oh well, not my fault. I wasn’t told.
I hop in my car and my stomach starts churning again while on the highway. I pull into the plaza I work in and run to the little sandwich shop next to my job. I felt better after. I gave one massage and now I’m in Starbucks feeling the wave’s of nausea coming over me once more.