the headache from hell
September 26. 2000
yes, even more!!!
the view coming out of the tunnel (I was in the very end of the last car)
the car coming into the platform
Today it was cold and rainy and gross. That kind of weather makes me very cranky and sleepy. It's the kind of damp cold that seeps into your bones and makes your feet and hands cold no matter what you cover them with. I wandered into my cold, dark bedroom, and lay down on my cold, dark bed and got under my cold t-shirt sheets and curled up into a little ball and promptly fell asleep. I woke up about a half hour later by a phone call from John.
I think it was brought on by staring at the computer screen too much. I'm currently trying to get this entire site converted to style sheets, and it's been a hard, arduous and mostly boring task. I was feeling a bit headachey at around 10, so I lay down and tried to watch the olympics. The light and sound became increasingly irritating. John called me a couple times as he was getting ready for work, I don't even remember what I said to him, or if I was even coherent.
I managed not to throw up this time, though I got close. I crawled back to my bed in a half-stupor, and promptly fell asleep. I woke up with my alarm at 7:30, and realized sourly that I still had the headache. Everytime I've had a migraine (which, fortunately, is only 3 or 4 times a year), I take four advil, and sleep it off for about 7 or 8 hours. This formula worked until now. I stumbled into the shower, hoping it would make me feel good. I was sitting at the computer at 8 am, and I realized the sharp throbbing in my head was just not conducive to two and a half hours of sawing titanium in jewelry class.
Speaking of titanium, it is one motherfucking hard metal. I spent an hour sawing the goddamn titanium coils. You know how many links I got sawed? 12. That's it. I have a couple hundred left to do, at least. I was near tears of frustration, had already broken three saw blades, and Daniella certainly didn't help the situation when she waltzed by and informed me that "some of her students made whole vests of chain mail out of titanium and I would've expected some more patience from you, Bethany."
I really am at a loss with this jewelry project. I'm torn between sticking it out, sucking it up and probably driving myself crazy trying to saw this titanium, or scrapping my idea entirely, coming up with a new one, falling even farther behind and shelling out more money I don't have for supplies (16 gauge silver wire is $1.50 a foot, fuck that).
I went to the Tyler Library after my art history class, which has to be the most depressing place on the campus. It's stuffy, cold (in today's case), poorly lit by fluorescent lights, computers are in short supply, the staff is clueless and unhelpful, and the butt ugly chairs and tables are always crowded. You'd think an art school would have a beautiful, airy, well-lit, comfortable library, us being so concerned with aesthetics and all. Bah.
I went to my Barnes & Noble after that to look at some art books for inspiration for my clay project, and also to sip some hot chai and try to relax. I am really getting into Gustav Klimt and Egon Schiele lately. Their stuff is just so amazing and beautiful. I've tried in vain to find a good poster of Klimt's "The Kiss", but every time I do, it's horribly cropped to only show the two figures' faces or bodies. Geez, there's a lot more to the painting than that. I ended up buying a book on each of them, together, the total was only $20. Go employee discount.
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