my day was a wash

I woke up today from a solid, dreamless sleep, threw my comforter off of me (onto the floor), stood up and almost fell over. I was hit with the worst headache as if someone had just knocked me between the eyes with a baseball bat. I've had migraines in my lifetime and generally I'll get at least one a year. Well, I was overdue I suppose, and the one that hit me this morning was dreadful.

I stumbled into my living room, sat down on my couch and wondered what to do next. Then the nausea hit. I turned the TV on and had to turn it right back off. The light from the TV and the light from Stephie's terrarium only made the nausea worse. I then tried drinking milk (I don't know why, it just seemed the thing to do) and made a mess of my drawers searching for Ibuprofen. I finally found it, took one and with a cold washcloth pressed to my forehead, went back to bed. There I fell into another deep slumber, not waking again until 11:00am!

At that point, the headache had lessened and the nausea subsided, but my day was a wash. I can never sleep in like that and be productive. I could feel that lethargy one gets from over-sleeping within every limb and just puttering around the place, I'm tired. I've done little more than eat a salad and try to write an article (working on that now) but really, I'm running on low battery power at present. I need to go to the gym, but I may just settle for a walk later (yes, a walk...no wheels). Or, I may just sit on my couch and stare at the wall.

I did step outside to take my recycling out and took Boo with me. Just so happens, I had my camera handy and decided to take pics of her (don't you just carry your camera around your pet to take photos of it, too?) She was in the mood to pose today, so I got lots of good shots. And since I have embraced my 'crazy dragon lady' inner self of late, I'm inclined to share my favorite ones.









I love my little pet. I've now taken to calling her "worm breath." I can only imagine what she calls me back. Too bad she can't speak. She tries to and it's the saddest thing to see. She opens her mouth and makes these little silent sigh-like expressions, but no sound comes out. Apparently, bearded dragons can make noise but only if highly stressed. I suspect the only way I'll ever hear a peep out of her is if I ever accidentally step on her. But that's okay, she can be silent and I'll still love her and want to take photos of her. Too bad there isn't some beauty pageant for lizards, cause I would so enter her in it.

Speaking of pageants, I laughed my ass off after hearing that Carrie Prejean was fired by Donald Trump just a few weeks after he defended her and allowed her to keep her title as Miss California. The whole thing was so tasteless from the get-go, starting with the question she was asked at the pageant. I personally can't stand Perez Hilton, and I don't think he should have been allowed to ask her what her personal views on gay marriage are. I also don't think she should be skewered publicly for her answer. Freedom of speech, remember? She has a right to her opinion (one I vehemently disagree with, by the way), and really, her voicing her support of discrimination just sheds more light on how prevalent it is in this country - especially toward homosexuals - and how sad it is that people truly feel that it's okay to deny gays the right to marry.

Where Ms. Prejean screwed herself royally with respect to keeping her current job was when she aligned herself with the anti gay marriage movement folks (homophobes) and presented herself as a spokesperson (for personal gain, let's face it). All that publicity she received will likely benefit whatever acting/modeling/porn career she ends up making oodles of money from. But for Trump to have defended her, she then gloating on camera that she 'isn't the bad guy' (for espousing discrimination at the pageant), and now Trump is firing her is just plain embarrassing and, to me, comical.

Trump is a media whore himself and doubtfully he is the least bit embarrassed, but he really should be, as should the pageant officials. Oh, but they're not. At least not that Keith Lewis, the pageant director. He's all over television smirking and going on and on about how Ms. Prejean didn't fulfill her pageant obligations. Oh, and he's parading the runner-up, 22 year old blond replacement simultaneously (who crinkles her nose and giggles while trying to answer any questions reporters ask her). I don't think this whole thing could all get any tackier, except I suspect it will, since Miss Prejean's lawyer is now on television claiming she did all she was supposed to do (except shut her pie hole and look pretty) to fulfill her obligations as Miss California. Publicity is a powerful thing, sure, but do we need the lawyer milking it right along with the others?



The more I watch, the more I laugh. All we need now is for a lesbian to come forward about that one time in college that Ms. Prejean had a tad bit too much to drink and, well...it only happened once. Oh, please let that happen...please! Heh heh. Do I sound mean? I'm not trying to be, but really, these kinds of news reports turn my stomach. The only cast member in this whole story who hasn't really gotten her 15 minutes of fame is the chick who quit working for the Miss California Pageant back when Trump originally defended Prejean. She's been quoted as saying that she knew this (the firing of Ms. Prejean) was coming, it was only a matter of time, but has not given her close-up on camera yet, or at least, I haven't seen it.

Anyway, enough laughing at others. I need to get my article done and I may walk down to get a Coldstone treat (fat-free with fruit mix ins if I go). I don't want this whole day to truly be a waste, although...yawn...I think it's already too late.