08/06/2013

 My head… it hurts real bad. REAL BAD.

I had a big time important meeting in the city today. It went well, didn’t walk away with any work, but some warm fuzzies, and that’s ok. On the way out, I got a flash migraine. Usually, I can feel ’em coming, but this one, man, it knocked me off my feet. I drove straight home, even though I had planned on making a few stops, the most important one for gas. I rolled into the driveway on fumes and collapsed for an hour, after managing to swallow 4 ibuprofen and drink a red coke fast through a straw. Sounds crazy, but I don’t have a lot of sugar in my diet and sometimes the quick intake of the caffeine and sugar in a red coke is enough to help chase the pain away. That was four hours ago… it dulled the pain, but as time goes on I can feel it creeping back.

Because everyone wants to read about my headache in detail, right?

Of more pressing and interesting news, the drug dealers have taken up residence in the street parking and sidewalk directly in front of our house. The boyfriend’s solution is to confront them with a baseball bat in one hand a camera in the other. My solution is to work with the local drug task force… In that spirit, after my headache dulled a bit, I made an attempt to meet with the "sarge" at the police department. I was all done up in my professional gear and thought that perhaps an in-person visit might get us farther than the 4 or 5 calls we’ve made. It didn’t. I was given the guy’s number who we’ve left messages for in the past.

Look, I’m not one to tattle tale and that kind of thing. But these guys are keeping us up with their traffic throughout the night, and they stand in front (like RIGHT IN FRONT) of our house and talk and fight with their baby momma’s and make all sorts of noise. And their customers mean mug us every time they pull up empty handed and leave with non-descript packages. We notice them, and you can bet they notice us. The only difference is that I’ve got a $7000 property tax bill staring me down, and they probably don’t even pay rent out of their pockets. So, I left another message with the "sarge" and I"m not sure where to go from here. 

We’re going to help our neighbors with their storm windows in a bit (the boy is doing the work, i’m just going to go to be sassy). Not that it matters, but they are gay and moved in at the same time we did and live around the corner. I’m hoping I can persuade them to throw a bitch fit, too. If anyone can throw a better bitch fit than me, it’s the gays.

So thats where i am, i’d be bashing my head against the table in frustration if it weren’t for this migraine.

the end.