save me!

I really should be getting out to meet my friends now, but I'm on a Migraine research roll and keep finding new tidbits of information!

Whether or not you know someone who's easily affected by the omnipresent flickering of fluorescent bulbs, this website and newsbrief should be mandatory reading for all people--certainly for all Migraineurs.

I signed the petition electronically but wished I had a pen I could bare down on with all my strength and fervor.

2/7/06 - Hermitude suits me.

February 7, 2006 - Tuesday

2:25 PM - Hermitude suits me. As much as I like to be a social butterfly, there is something so wonderfully comforting and comfortable about hanging out in my house, listening to music and writing emails and composing letters and reading books and pretending I have no duties in all the world. I was supposed to work at the outdoor Ropes course all day (for a lovely sum that would have paid for most of my NYC plane ticket!), but when yesterday's weather caused the troops to move inside due to muddy conditions, I was off the schedule. Our indoor course at Ramsey is awesome, and I don't mind being in there for a couple of hours as long as I'm armed with my anti-migraine hat & sunglasses. A 9-hour workday in there would surely sicken me, however, and my understanding bosses recognized this and got someone to substitute for me. As I'm still groggy and sore-throated and recovering from this cold, I guess it's best that I didn't have to work a full day talking at the top of my voice and being entertaining and didactic. Siobhan was here for a lovely 5-day weekend (ha), and we exchanged the most thrilling collections of music ever. Now I have to be a hermit if I'm ever to listen to even 1/10th of my new collection. Living alone serves me well in terms of my social obligations and consistent need for Just Jan! time. The other night I had friends over after the bars closed, and we had a nice time singing and talking and laughing as we drank PBR well into the morning. If I had a roommate, I doubt I'd be as comfortable having friends over at 3 AM. In contrast, today I woke up at noon after a 5 AM bedtime and have yet to crawl out of my warm and cuddly pajamas. I've gotten some work done and have burned some Iron & Wine / Calexico for Jilly in the Netherlands and have given my mom the go-ahead on the cruise plans. I look around my sitting room/kitchen area and think of how gloriously spoiled and lucky I am. As much as it's not acceptable to say I'm attached to material possessions, I'll say that I am. Some folks believe that only two or three material objects are important to them because of the meaning they've acquired over the years. In my case, I love collecting things and organizing music and browsing through my magnets to such a degree that they all become important to me. I love that I have a house full of photographs of places and people that I love; the artwork I have displayed may not be the most grand, but I adore it and it's meaningful to me. Melted-down candles remind me of when I first picked them out and inhaled their scents; they also remind me of the times I've lit them on warm screened-in-porch nights as the breeze threatened to blow them out. Almost every day of my life, I think of how content I am. There are some things I wish for, but I don't consider them "missing." This reminds me of a funny conversational snippet, one which I'll provide for you and then make myself a bowl of soup. A few weeks (or months?) ago, I asked Richard Vinal if he had driven by me in town the night before: "Did you drive by me the other night? You have a Honda that's missing a bumper, right?" "Well, it doesn't miss it." The end. Currently listening : You Forgot It in People By Broken Social Scene Release date: 03 June, 2003