No Rest for the Wicked

I feel so lame lately. Not much to write about. Doesn't seem like a whole lot is going on...which I suppose I shouldn't complain about! LOL!!! I guess I like the never a dull moment vs ho hummm... ;P

I have a post written all about Wednesday, but it's on my work laptop and I don't feel like taking 10 minutes to boot it up and logging into the work system... Can you say laaaa-zzzzy?

Thursday - worked all day then went home and relaxed a bit. Checked in on Paul and per his request picked up some fruit and a couple movies then headed over to his house. Watched Seven Pounds - not the feel good movie I thought it was going to be! Ugh!

Friday - slept in, ran some errands, checked in on Paul throughout the day, watched TV, made chicken alfredo in the event Paul may want some (he requested it earlier in the week and I was like HUH?!? LOL!!!), heard back from Paul that his headache was too bad, so I stayed in the rest of the night and got to bed early for a change. I could ramble on and on about how he went to Dr. on Thursday with bad migraine and Dr. did nothing... Yesterday he could barely move and was affected by sound, light, smell...duh, migraine you stupid Dr.! I swear I have lost all faith in the medical community...and that's all I'm saying about that.

Today - slept in again. Paul feeling somewhat better, headache at a minimum. Need to go pickup a cake from Costco and run a couple other errands. Would like to stop at Paul's later to check in on him (and clean up!).

I truly need to get back to the gym. After my bout of not feeling well, I just haven't gotten back into the groove of going. I think it's been at least two weeks. ARGH! Plus, I signed up to do the Race for the Cure with some coworkers which is at the end of May, so I need to get my hinney in gear. Literally! But I do need a new pair of running shoes which has been bothering me and perhaps one of the many excuses, errrr, reasons why I haven't been too keen on getting back. I do not want another round of stress fractured ankles! ;P

I have been having some really bizarre dreams about my dad. I haven't talked to my dad in years... The past week, I think he was in my dreams at least four times...three for sure that I can recall right now. Strange.

Any who...guess I should hop in the shower and high tail it outta here.

No rest for the wicked, right?!?!?!?! Bwahahahahaha! ;)

(how much you wanna bet I'll be sitting on the couch watching something I have DVR'd later?!?!?)