Hurting Head

12,789 Days Alive

4 Chapters Read

1 Massive Headache

I didn’t sleep well again last night. Couldn’t get to sleep, couldn’t stay asleep. I tried to avoid picking up my phone so I would get more sleep but it didn’t work.

I think my iron is low again or something. I’ve got a couple of bruises I don’t know where they came from and I’m running low on energy as of late. It’s back to a ridiculous amount of caffeine to get through the day.

Maybe I should go to bed earlier. I’ll try and be in bed before 10:30, that way it doesn’t screw up my sleep schedule any more than it’s already messed up.

I started reading another witchy analog book today: Animal Magick by D.J. Conway. I have several of her books that I’ve owned for a while and never got around to reading. No time like now, right? It’s a little silly at points, talking about astral familiars and such, but I believe in faeries so maybe I shouldn’t knock that particular belief.

Up next after Animal Magick is By Oak, Ash, and Thorn. D.J. Conway also wrote this one. I think I have three or four other books by her, including the eldest book in my witchy library: a copy of Conway’s Celtic Magic. I’ve had it, I think, since high school. Or not long after that. Either way, a damn good long while.

Mentally, I’m cheering myself because I made my call goal at work today despite several setbacks in the form of drowning in e-mails and outgoing mail.

I’m exhausted but positive I’ll meet my goals this week. I refuse to do otherwise.

Emotionally, I’m not doing great. I’m in need of some human contact. But COVID-19 is driving me insane in slow motion. I’m so tired of talking to myself at work. I know I have the micro party for my birthday this weekend. And I’m glad I can look forward to that. But having people around is an apparent luxury that I just have to do without.

I’m reaching out digitally, of course, when lonely or overwhelmed. My team at work has my back on the clock and I’ve got digital pals aplenty should I need someone to talk to.

But it’s not the same as being able to have a cuddle pile of friends or hugging people or just not being alone in a massive room all day.

Big Boss says it’ll likely be October before people start going back into the office. October. Four months from now. Ugh. But, on the other hand, better safe than sick, especially with the number of COVID-19 cases cropping up in my general area.

I didn’t get a chance to use Kevin the Kettle this evening. Too overheated from the weather outside to contemplate hot tea. Maybe tomorrow after work I can have a nice cuppa.

I’m so tired. And sore. I need to get my shoulders unfucked via massage or something. I carry too much tension in my shoulders and neck. That’s probably why I’ve had a raging headache all day. It’s not dehydration or caffeine withdrawal either. If I got any more hydrated, my eyeballs would float.

Anyway, I’m going to curl up in bed soon; after I appease the Duolingo owl.

Take your meds, folks.