mini update

or something similar, anyway.

today was apparently the 'last day' for summer session one. how do i know? simple. doughnuts. i encountered no fewer than three boxes of doughnuts today while at work. everyone has brought these things (or a mini-muffins & doughnuts combo) for their students, and there are more leftovers than the half-empty english deptartment can account for.

one lady brought a whole box of krispy kremes for our IT staff because we helped her out with a camera issue. we are a team of three at the moment, and a team of three people cannot healthily consume a dozen doughnuts. there are confections everywhere. both lounges are overflowing with deep-fried, sugar-glazed pieces of heaven on earth.

this is, mind you, only recounting tales of boxes with doughnuts still inside. the gutted boxes stacked on trash cans are not being included in the count, because who counts empty doughnut boxes when there are live doughnuts on the tables? hmm? not me.

so, i ran out the door this morning without eating breakfast or packing a lunch. i figured, hell, there's that sandwich i left in the fridge yesterday, and i can have that for breakfast. i'll be out of the building by lunch, so there's no need. yes?

and i arrived at the building to find this steady stream of sugar. so for breakfast, i ate a doughnut. no big deal. and then near lunchtime, right as i was leaving, the lady with the over-developed sense of obligation [i'm not complaining, mind, just saying] appeared with the box of fresh krispy kremes. by fresh, i mean warm and squishy and the glaze hasn't even set yet. these were fresh. they had not been waiting around for the opportune moment. they were newborn baby doughnuts.

so i had a doughnut for lunch. and a piece of fruit that i'd apparently left in the fridge. the brown paper bag was exactly where i'd left it, but the sandwich i remember abandoning had transformed itself into a nectarine. i really didn't mind, though this means i ate the sandwich and don't remember doing it, and that my memory of eating the nectarine is faulty. at some later point, i may need to investigate the possibility that an external force is altering my perceptions of the world... or at least, that my brain is shorting out from time to time.

but at long last, i arrived back home, and drank a nice cool glass of water, because after a long walk to the car and a long drive through the mazes of construction, cool water is very nice. and when i'd finished the water, i settled back on the futon to rest and maybe get rid of the nagging pressure in my head.

about an hour later, i got up, wet a rag, drank some more water, and tried to ignore the nagging pressure in my head. then i gave it up for a lost cause, took some ibuprofin, and settled in to wait for it to kick in. ugh.

i don't think it was the doughnuts. i've not gotten headaches before from not eating, so it isn't that i didn't eat anything substantial for lunch or breakfast. but whatever it was, i spent an utterly unproductive afternoon on my futon throwing mental curses at the guys cutting the grass, the dogs barking below, the kids playing some louder-than-necessary game in the parking lot, and all that.

and while the headache went away by around seven or so, it is now back. back to the extent that i had a strange dream about something pulling on my hair for some reason that made sense at the time but is now too fuzzy to articulate.... and so i'm awake, blogging, waiting for the additional ibuprofin to begin its work, etc.

yikes. it's rare for a headache to actually wake me up. not so rare for them to keep me up, but that's not what this is. i was very definitely asleep. it was enjoyable until that little pink thing started tugging my hair.

ah well. there it is. the update. there were doughnuts, and probably still are unless more people showed up in the afternoon. there was a headache, and is again until the medicine works. and there was sleep, and will be again once i log off wet the rag again and attempt to find my dreams. i'll pop that pink thing something good for yanking my hair.

love and peace