Fire burnin on the Dancefloor....

Fire burnin in my head is more like it.  Today's been a complete waste of a day.  I'm not sure if I've discussed my hate of wasting the day in the blog yet...but I hate wasting the day.

I woke up with a terrible headache, the kind that makes keeping your eyes open hard, and had to call out of work.  Calling out of work is probably one of my least favorite things to do.  I have the irish guilt...for everything, and the sad thing is that I'm only Irish by marriage (Translation: not Irish at all).  I spent my day feeling sick from the migraine, and for the guilt of not going into work.  I think I'm in serious need of a life coach or something...

I attempted to do many things today, other than just laying on the couch under my snuggie.  I tried to read, plan dinner, watch tv.  All of these things just made the head hurt more.  I decided to close my eyes and nap.  The dog and I slept away the afternoon.  It was great.  I think I may like to come back as a dog in my next life (if next lives happen).

In an attempt to not be a waste of breath today I've tried to make dinner...eggplant Parmesean, since I'm still attempting (and forcing hubby) vegetarianism.  Actually, as J's told me, what I do is called Pescatarian (I stil eat fish).  The head isn't happy....but it looks pretty good...

My last thought, as I sit here in front of the Mac, in the dark, wishing that the computer screen wasn't so bright, I so hope the Celts win tonight.  I hope they play well (not like last game, which I still can't bear to talk about), because I just don't think I can take Hubby's screaming.