I had some vague plans about getting out to Health Services today and taking care of the paperwork, but a massive headache decided that was not a good idea. So I stayed home and ate lunch, and read, hoping it would go away. Finished the last Wheel of Time novel, "Knife of Dreams" and immediately had an "oh, shit" moment when I realized I have NO idea when the last book is supposed to come out. Damn it. Brief jaunt over to the library to return the book, and see if they had the new Laurell K. Hamilton book--all the copies were reserved--and one of the Bedlam's Bard series that I had forgotten to read before I picked up the newest--they did, but they couldn't find it. *sigh* But I snagged the newest Jaqueline Carey novel, "Kushiel's Scion," and the new Terry Brooks, "Straken." Here's hoping I can remember enough of both series to figure out what's going on.
Started on the new Kelly Armstrong book, "Broken," and decided my headache was not getting any better. Took a couple ibuprofen and laid down....4 hours later, woke up again. Now, why is it I can sleep in the middle of the day, but not at night? And yes, I've tried the not taking naps thing, and it doesn't help. Got up, had a sandwich, finished my book. Mike called; he's got a horrible migraine, so didn't talk long.
Hoping I can go to sleep sometime in the next couple of hours--yeah, I know, I shouldn't have taken such a long nap, but I was TIRED. Oh, well. Maybe I'll get out to Health Services tomorrow, and if not, see if I can talk Anne Marie into going with me on Saturday. Oh, the dreariness of being stuck at home. Blah.