Can we just call this a bad meds day and be done with it? No? Okay. Balance, vision, brainweird, feeling generally fucked, exhaustion, hella nausea, etc.
The good thing about flying at 8:15 tomorrow? I can take my meds on the plane and hopefully sleep through the effects.
Things to Do
Pack. Update iPod. Make sure I pack a notebook, because if I don't sleep on the plane, I'll be working on "Zero at the Bone" - I'll be my own captive audience, after all.
Since it's my Friday...
Black and pick - yes, pink, I don't know what's come over me - cardigan, jeans, plain purple panties, penguin socks.
Whatever, Mom: Hip Mama's Guide to Raising a Teenager, by Ariel Gore. Because Elayna's almost one. (Yes, I have Reviving Ophelia; no, I haven't read it yet, but I will.)
For plane reading, I have Market Forces by Richard Morgan. Which I don't get to read til I write.
Tonight: Elayna's concert!
Tomorrow: Flying to Boston. Yay!
Saturday: Birthday party. Yay!
Sunday: Flying back to Atlanta. Not so yay. :(