Sick Day (Complete with Baked Goods!)

I stayed home from work today because I had what can only be described as a wuss's migraine. I say wuss's because it certainly wasn't what happens to Nick (he gets chronic migraine with aura), but I couldn't be near sunlight, loud noises, or really vertical for about 5 hours after I'd slept 11 hours. The pain is above my left eyebrow and makes me keep that eye shut, wincing in pain. Strange thing, I haven't had a drink since Sunday so it certainly wasn't a hangover. I blame work stress and go-go-going with no real downtime, I guess. Oh and that hella salty dinner I made last night.

Looky.

So, after I laid on the couch in pain for most of the day, I took three fast-acting aspirin thingies. (I know. I worked for pharma. I know better than to take the recommended daily dose, but...sometimes...when your face doesn't work because you're in so much pain....come on. I'll risk stomach lining once for that.) Anyway, I was able to get some stuff done today.

Despite feeling like there's a gremlin in my eye socket, I've checked in on work quite a bit, done the dishes, tossed out a bunch of nasty food that NEEDED to go, installed a make-do tie-back for my curtains, swept the house, cleaned the toilet, sorted laundry (but I'm too lazy to actually DO laundry), done the litter boxes, read the mail, balanced my budget, made homemade Kind bars (sea salt and chocolate), and am getting ready to go to the gym. I wish every day could be like this. Does that mean I want to be a housewife? I'm sure I would go nuts after a few days, but it was a welcome, albeit initially painful, day home.

((Now as I write this, the headache is coming back. I'm cursed!))

Back to those bars. I'm suddenly obsessed with salt and sweet together. My mid-30s are turning me into a stereotypical woman in commercials. BUT LOOK AT THEM.

LOOK AT THEM, I SAY.

JUST FUCKING LOOK AT THEM.

I would probably wrestle one of these from a small child, they're THAT good. Want the recipe--I loosely used this as a start with about 5X as much salt, because, well, mid-30s-hormonal-woman here.

Yep. Hormonal. Because I have a race this Saturday, and MAGICALLY my period SOMEHOW comes the day I have a race EVERY FUCKING RACE. Yes, I know, you're saying, it's every 28 days, that can't be possible. OH BUT IT IS. Half Marathon Sept 7, 2013? Period. Shamrock Shuffle March 30,2014? Period. (End of, but still.) Ten miler April 19, 2014? PERIOD.

So I'll be over here eating fudge, popcorn, olives, candy, ice cream, and a bag of sea salt.

Nonetheless, I'm attempting to slow things down as summer is quickly approaching and I'm broker than broke. I have a big trip planned to see my VERY preggers sister in NYC. I'm so happy for her. She is nearly to term and my nephew Cavan will be born any day now. I can't wait to pinch his widdle feetsies!!! I'm going out May 17-27 and then we're driving her home after she moves onto bigger and better things in the midwest. 

Somehow by May I need to ramp up my running to 12 miles, buy a $400-600 bike, raise another $400 for T2EA, and save $350 for my trip!!! So if you know anyone who needs to buy my random shit or blood or body, please donate here......

Peace out dudes!