Long Night.

It's 3:00 in the morning. WTF?

Oh yeah, I took an Excedrin and that shit has caffeine in it. Damn.

Jp's not home, he's at a party for one of his friends 21st birthday. It's super weird when he's not home. I always feel like every time I let the dogs out someone is going sneak in the house and like eat all my food or something equally inconvenient. Usually when Jp's not home I lock the basement door because I'm too scared to go down there and check to see if any one is hiding in the smells-like-dead-things fruit cellar. You see, only people who are up to no good would hide in a smells-like-dead-things fruit cellar. BUT now we have a room mate who lives in the basement (not the smells-like-dead-things fruit cellar part) and it would just be cruel and unusual if I locked him down there. I think people go to jail for that kind of thing...

I was really looking forward to a night by myself to watch girly movies and binge on junk food with out his accusatory stare. Instead I'm lying in bed with this amazing fricken migraine that just wont go away. Jp goes out by himself like once every three months at the most. FML. I mean I love the guy, don't get me wrong! But  a girl needs her movie and binge nights every once in a while.

So, I started getting this headache at my parents house this afternoon when I went over there to drop off some really gross oily peanut butter (long story, next time). It started small, like a nail being hammered into my right eyeball. Then, it spread back to my right ear. I didn't really think too much about it, I took two Excedrin (this was at about 5:30pm) and continued on with our visit. Well, by the time we were back home at 8:00 my nail/hammered headache had turned into more of a hatchet/cleaving scenario. Now, let me take a moment to clarify something. Excedrin NEVER doesn't work for me. EVER. Even when I have the worst migraines it at least takes the edge off so I can function like a human. Not today, no such luck. So, little did I know you can only take Excedrin once every SIX HOURS. Needless to say, I proceeded to bury myself in my comforter in bed and whimper like a small child for the next three hours with no one to keep me company but my two basset hounds and one crazy cat. At 11:30pm I finally crawled out of bed and, keeping all the lights off, stumbled in to the bathroom to find the bottle of Excedrin. Ahh, sweet relief... finally. Now that it's too late to start my girly movie/binge night...

One wasted opportunity to watch girly movies and binge on junk food?
Totally freaking lame.
One bogus dud dose of Excedrin?
6 hours of complete suck.
One warm, snuggly slumber party with two adorable sympathetic hound dogs?
Priceless.