Bouncing Off the Walls

I haven't felt this good in months.

I don't know what's triggered it-the fact that I actually got sleep this weekend, or that my stress levels today are at an all-time dip, but man, I wish I felt like this all the time. Bit of a headache, but that's because I didn't take my medication on time today and it always gives me a headache when I don't take it on time. It'll fade.

Today's going to be half of a weekend for me-one class for an hour at noon, one class for two hours at 5. No work, no homework, just nothing and nothing to do. Might watch a little Stargate...

I'm sorry if I sounded a bit angry and bitter yesterday, but it's just so tiring to have to deal with people thinking you're a nut because you're wearing gloves in 40 degree weather, to grab something only to remember that your fingers don't bend like that anymore, and to try and rip open a bag of whatever only to find out you no longer have the strength for it. Rheumatoid also takes the muscle strength out of the fingers, and because of this I have trouble ripping open something that most would take for granted. Chip bags being one. I have to cut the bag with a pair of scissors now, and it makes me feel like a damn fool.

Well, limitations are a fact of life. I just have more than most people :)

On a lighter note, I found a really cool video on Youtube that showed me a vending machine at Harlaxton. You might think this is crazy, but they don't have the same kind of snack stuff in England. (Right about now you're thinking duh. I know you're thinking it...) but I guess the sight of that vending machine drove home the fact that this is NOT where I normally hang around. This country doesn't have Doritos or Snickers or Almond Joys. They might have them elsewhere, or they might have equivalents, but that vending machine reminded me exactly how far away I am going to go.

GULP.

Meanwhile, my roommate Emily's fish Jimmy has learned a new move-if you point your finger at him he puffs. He also does it if you wave your fingers at him. He kind of flips his gills at you and looks annoyed, but we found it so amusing that we kept making him puff.

Mom and Dad might be coming down this weekend, hopefully with my new poster and that tape I asked for.

Will sign off. I think I need a couple of pills for this headache.

Cheerio!
Bec