Sara

I've had a mostly present on and off headache for the past three days, which has not been fun at all. It's one of those frontal lobe piercing pains that can't really be ignored and is accompanied by malaise, sensitivity to light, sound and motion along with aching teeth. Driving to work on Wednesday was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I don't know if these count as migraines, but I wouldn't be surprised. I staved it off for part of today when I was hanging out with my father, but it's come back with a vengeance. The only thing I've really been doing is reading, which hurts but hurts less because I can read in dimmer light and there doesn't have to be noise. The upstairs neighbors aren't helping. I've been moving from room to room trying to avoid their noise because it's not bad, but it hurts.

I had a thought today. When I visit with my mother I frequently get irritated and tired of her rather quickly. My patience and temper become short, and I typically want to get home and away as fast as possible. I'm not quite sure what is causing this reaction, but I feel poorly about it because, well, she's my mother. I do having fun with her, but she just gets on my nerves so quickly. If you've never met my mother, she's a bit of a high strung narcissist. I think it grates on my nerves. She's only getting worse with age.

Spending time with my father, on the other hand, is pleasant. We talk about things and watch movies and go shopping. I don't get exasperated trying to help him with computer issues. In fact it's sort of fun to show him things because he listens and he's rational about it. My mother seems to be unwilling to learn. My father will happily learn anything I teach him. We're similar in temperament, my father and I. We're laid back and easygoing and quiet and prone to solitude. I find myself wanting to spend more time with him, which is difficult because he lives further away. Gas is a precious commodity. If things were dire, I could live with my father again. Under no circumstances could I live with my mother without driving myself completely and fiercely insane.

In other news I have started reading the Fire and Ice series. My friend Patrick and I are sort of reading it together. We're currently reading A Game of Thrones, and I'm a little ashamed to admit that he's ahead of me although I hope to rectify that this weekend since reading is the one thing I can really do with this headache. I've already watched the first season of the HBO series so I'm a little spoiled, but I'm really enjoying the book. Patrick and I have plans to read other books together like this, and I think it will be fun. I like having someone to keep pace with and discuss the books with.

Tyrion is made of win. Seriously. I'm going to need icons soon.

I love vampires. Seriously. Vampires? Rock. Vampire movies, vampire television shows, vampire books. I have a very set idea of vampire mythology, too, which is why I was totally disappointed by 30 Days of Night and the ending of I Am Legend. What's the point of this? Well. I've started reading Twilight. So far it reminds me a little bit of The Band by Carmen Adams, which is apparently not longer in print. That's sad because The Band as a very good YA vampire book. It's about this new girl who moves to town (check for Twilight), who meets a group of beautiful people/vampires (check) and then other things happen that I've forgotten.

I'm hoping to enjoy Twilight, especially seeing how there are more of them! I love series. Only if they're good.

For an example of a bad series that I read because I had to see how much worse it would get, please refer to this entry to read about Dragon Circle.