$$$ Again

I handed over my card, silently questioning how I had ended up being the one to pay. 
I grimaced quietly, quickly smoothing it away into a smile as the cashier looked up. "Here's your card." He said. 
"Thanks." I mumble, taking it back and slipping it into my pocket. I was supposed to be the one being treated today, so how was it that I was paying for the meal? 
It was because I was too nice really. Too quick in wanting to please. In wanting to show myself as being helpful and necessary and....now I was spending money. Again. 
I needed to stop doing that. I really did. 

-Inspiration from buying food.

Brain: But honestly?! Who in the real world will look at themselves in the mirror and proceed to describe themselves?
Me: *trying to sleep* Dunno...put it to rest
Brain: Oh yes, I just woke up, let me describe my PJs and Hair and Eye Color. That makes perfect sense.
Me: *groans* I will do that to you in the morning if you don't shut up!
Brain: My usually luscious brown locks had tangled into a rats nest beyond easy repair as I leaned on the counter, my baggy Harry Potter shirt brushing the wet sink and leaving a dark stain in the middle of the Hogwarts Log--
Me: Yes. I get it! STOP. 
Brain: *muttering* There has to be a better way to describe your character than looking in the mirror. 
Me: *exhales* *pulls pillow over head* 

Brain: You should write this scene!
Me: Cool! What's the backstory.
Brain: ....I dunno. 
Me: ....but how do I write the scene if I don't know what's happening?
Brain: You just, you know, write it!
Me: But how?!
Brain: WRITE SCENE NOW!
Me: FINE
Brain: Hey...what are you doing? How are we supposed to be writing this?
Me: Gah...I told you! We needed backstory!
Brain: Well...think of that alright? We need to be writing! 
Me: >.> 

Here it Comes

I'm not that surprised to end up with a slight headache this evening.
Kinda expected it really.
I mean, I did stay up rather late last night working on a writing project. (yay getting the rough draft done!) 
Which is not a good idea when I can't sleep in the next day. (yay early morning church) But like...how could I resist? Writing groove! 
But yah...not getting enough sleep isn't a good idea.
Add on top of that the slight stress that comes with interacting with people outside of work interactions and yah...
Yay tension.
Thankfully interacting wasn't so bad today. It was rather fun. :) Not as draining as it usually is. So Yay!!

But...I guess things just caught up to me. 
Because there's an ache forming behind my right eye. *exhales* Hopefully it doesn't get worse. Hopefully some rest will ensure that it isn't there in the morning. *fingers crossed* 

Make a Wish

I lit the candle, making sure that my phone was facing it as I pressed play. "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear bestie. Happy Birthday to you." I sang softly before blowing out the candle. I hit end on the video, before sending it, with a small smile. My best friend may have moved a thousand miles away from me, but that didn't stop me from celebrating with her on her special day. 

-Inspiration from celebrating a friends birthday

Too Tensed?

I must be sleeping tense or something.
Because this is the third day in a row where I've woken up to a headache. >.< *exhales* 
I mean, I know it was kinda crazy yesterday. I was redesigning a fishtank and stressing over writing, and like....probably not eating or drinking enough.
But still.
I felt fine when I went to bed.
So why the headache dear head?
Why is you aching this morning?
*shakes head*
I don't know.
Hopefully it will go away if I move my sore muscles around a bit and drink/eat more food today. 
Oh and meds and heat. Can't forget those. *crosses fingers* Hopefully something helps. 

Woked Up Again

Woke up with another slight headache today, which isn't a good sign...I'm hoping it's just an aftershock of the major headache I had yesterday. And it seems to be the case as some meds before work, some caffeine during work and working out my muscles doing the cleaning at work has seemed to have made it go away. Yay! Though I get little stabs of pain every now and then....but I think overall the headache is mostly gone. 

It Came Again

I ended up with a major headache last night/this morning.
Probably considered the migraine sort since it didn't want to go away. XP 
It made sleeping difficult for sure, this ache behind the left eye. 
It was hard to get comfortable.
Hard to rest easy. 
Meds weren't helping, a shower wasn't really helping, heat wasn't really helping.
But...I was trying.

I went to work anyways with this headache, cus yes I'm stubborn and I wasn't feeling as bad as a nuclear headache, even if it was a major headache.
Thankfully more meds, some caffeine and some more substantial food, along with a nap, and a soothing stone, helped it to go away this time. 

Honestly....I halfway think this one may have been caused from not enough food?
Like not enough substantial food to fuel the body with it's needs.
As I haven't gone grocery shopping recently, so I'm running low on foods to eat so I'm not eating as much....
That or I just signed myself up for a slightly stressful writing project and that was possibly stressing me out too...

*shrugs*
At least the headache faded though. ^^;; 

Making A Run For It

I pulled my hood up further, hoping that the depth would shadow my face enough that people wouldn't think to look to closely, wouldn't see the bruises forming on my face. I slipped inside the Dollar Tree, heading for the back of the store where I knew there would be paper towels, not to mention a box of bandaids. Not that bandaids could hide the bruises, but....I could pretend. I moved quickly, grabbing an armful of things, keeping mental track of how many items I was picking up. I didn't have a lot of cash on me, but hopefully what I did would cover this...well this running away survival kit I was hastily putting together. I just needed to hide away for a few days, find a safe spot where I wouldn't immediately be found and dragged back home. Just a place...where I could be safe and alone. Yes...that's what I needed. 

-Inspiration from a Tumblr Post about Dollar Tree

Why So Often?

It wasn't like I was consciously counting.
But with the continuous voice of the cashier ringing in my ear as she asked for help every minute and a half...it really was difficult to not keep a mental timer going. 
Because, honestly. How was she able to be so consistent about it. I'd kept track. Without fail she'd managed for the last half hour to call for back up or other assistance every minute and a half. She was maybe a couple of seconds off.
"Backup to the front please." 
I wince, growling under my breath as her voice rang once more in my air. 
Seriously? 
Very nearly I was tempted to 'bump' into her the next time I was in reach and discretely turn off her radio so we would no longer need to hear her. This was getting...well beyond ridiculous. Who needed that much assistance? Honestly. 

-Inspiration from a coworker

Among the Vines

I dove, ducking under the vines as they shot out of the tree, barely avoiding the curved thorns on the vine. I rolled out of the way as the vines shot downwards, again missing me by inches. "All I wanted." I complained softly. "Was to pick some rasberries." I rolled again. "But Noooo that's TOO MUCH TO ASK apparently." I pushed myself to my feet, jumping over the vines as they tried to attack my ankles. Why was none of this ever easy?

-Inspiration from watching Trolls

Conquering the Smell

It had gotten out of hand. The trash.
I eyed the pile doubtfully, wondering how my roommate had even managed to live in such conditions. I mean, I had barely walked in the door and I could smell the trash from across the room. It's overflowing, slimy, rotting, tissue covered mess totally competing for the title of 'most disgusting thing I'd ever seen." 
I exhaled through my mouth, cautious to not breath in through my nose so that I wouldn't trigger my gag reflex further. 
I set my bag on the floor, and approached the trash like it was a wild animal, , reaching in the cabinet nearby to grab a couple extra bags. 
"Okay." I whispered to myself, trying to not breath. "I got this." 
It made sense that after being sick for a couple of weeks my roommate wouldn't have had the energy to do much. But conquering that trash mountain? 
It took three bags, ten minutes outside halfway through to get the rotting scent out of my nostrils, and a half can of febreeze before I deemed the trash scent satisfactorily gone.
"Next time roomie." I muttered grabbing my luggage. "You get it." 

-Inspiration from taking out the trash -exaggerated 

Protector

He held her tightly in his arms, soothing her as she sobbed into his shoulder. "Shh. Shh. I'm here. I'm here." He whispered. He would keep her there forever if he could. Safe in his protective embrace. Safe from the horrors that stalked her in her everyday life. But he couldn't. Not forever. He swallowed, closing his eyes, burying his face into her hair. "I'm here." He whispered, rocking her gently. And he would be there for as long as possible. 

-Inspiration from watching crime shows

If I Ever -Shifts

If I Ever own my own business...

I would probably have my shifts start at different times from the typical work day.
Instead of doing the typical 9-5 thing. I would either have my workers start before that point or after that point.

Just to help my workers avoid the rush hour crazy traffic. 
As I'd want my workers to not have to stress about being able to make it to their shifts on time, or to get home from work quicker. 

A Slight Overextension?

I've been fighting a headache since I got home from work this afternoon. It kinda comes and goes. 

Kinda started with that "I'm so tired I need a nap" sort of ache behind the eyes. Which with taking a short nap....only seemed to increase the headache, not help it. 

So meds and liquids and heat and food were the next on the line.

Followed by a shower.

And it seems like it's fading away now. 

So yay!! :D 

Hopefully I can keep it at bay.

We'll see....

I'm halfway wondering if it's a response to the slight stress I've been dealing with at work with training a new person and having to deal with a DM visiting us today. 

A Quick Fix

I woke up with a slight headache this morning.
And figured that I had slept a little tense, and most likely was suffering a headache from not eating enough food yesterday.
So to counteract this beginning headache.
I took an Excedrin and was sure to eat a little bit more before I went to work than I normally do. 
As well as kept a heatpack on my shoulders while I drove to work.

And it all appeared to help. As the headache had basically disappeared by the time I arrived for my shift.
So yay for that! As I needed to be more 'on the ball' today due to needing to teach a Greenie the ropes with the ins and outs of the department. ^^;; 

A Tiny Mistake

I duck my head, quickly looking away from anyone that might have seen me. I really hoped no one had, but from the titters I could hear echoing around the room, that hope was pretty much null and void. I grimace, looking for the exit. If I leave, if I disappear, then they might just forget this little incident. I didn't want this to be the way people remembered me. I couldn't let it....I sunk down into a shadowed corner by the stairs. Why did I have to be such a clutz?

-Inspiration from a post I wrote on a different site. 

Where Is It?

Okay. 
I'm actually rather impressed with myself.
Because like, it's become a common expectation that when Fast Sunday rolls around.
I will get a headache later that evening.

Because that's what happens.
Not eat, be in a semi stressful situation and BAM headache.

But today...Fast Sunday....
That actually didn't happen.

Like. I had like maybe a minute ache in the later afternoon after I'd spent too long being 'social.'
But like it was nothing that lasted.
Nothing that would really be remembered. (Except I remember because I keep track of these things.) 
And like...

It's just kinda amazing.
To not have a headache on a Fast Sunday.
Like wow....what is this feeling? Can I repeat this? I want to repeat it.
*fingers crossed* that I can repeat it.

Because wow. So. Nice.

Me: So. We gonna write tonight?
Brain: But...we wrote last night.
Me: And we need to continue, we didn't finish.
Brain: But...we wrote it down. That mean's it's done!
Me: NO. No. It's not yet.
Brain: Pretty sure that idea is done with.
Me: It's no--
Brain: NEW IDEA!!! LOOK HOW SHINY!!
Me: *groans* 

Me: Alright, now we just swoop in, rescue the person, and call it good!
Character: Alright, so what’s the plan?
Me: The plan?
Character: Yah, to rescue them. You have a plan right?
Me: ….we just go in and out. Simple.
Character: Simple?! No, that is not SIMPLE do you know how many issues there are with rescuing this character?! Tell me the plan.
Me: ….There isn’t one?
Character: ….You…put us…in this mess…Without A PLAN?! What sort of writer are you?
Me: One who was just trying to finish the story!
Character: *grumbling* No plan, how can we rescue them without a plan?
Me: *throws up hands* Fine. FINE. I’ll think of a plan.
Character: *smiles* Good. *two fingered salute* Let me know when you have this plan. I’ll be waiting.
Me: *groans and bangs head on desk*

Number Repetition

"Four O O Four O Three Two Three Five Five" I repeated again into the mic as I frantically dumped crickets into the bag, quickly tying it off so I could hand it to the customer and turn to the next one waiting in line for me to help them.
"I'm sorry." My cashier said over the radio, it was four zero zero nine zero"
"No," I interrupted. "Four hundred forty. It's always going to start that way. Four hundred forty." I turn to glance to the tag again. "Three Two Three Five Five." I turned to the customer waiting for me. "Hi, How can I Help--"
"What was those last two" The smile slipped from my face. I was trying to work here?! Wasn't she listening at all to me?  "THREE FIVE FIVE"  I hissed into the mic before I once again tried to return to the customer in front of me. But I barely opened my mouth when the cashier's voice rang in my ear. 
"Okay, and then the next set of numbers below that? I can't read it either." 
I groaned, fingers trembling as I tried to keep my irritation in check. I hadn't written the numbers down that sloppily had I? I knw I'd written them in a hurry but surely it was still legible. 

-Inspiration from dealing with a rush at work

A Drink

He walked around the corner, two bottles of soda in hand. 
I raised an eyebrow at the sight, surprised. Why in the world would he need two bottles? Surely one would be en---
He smiled when he saw me, and lifted the bottle in his right hand up towards me. "Here." he said. "I got you a soda." 
I couldn't help but break out into a smile. That was...I had just been thinking I needed a drink and here he was, providing me exactly with that. "Oh...Thank you!" 
He shrugged. "No problem, I figured you'd be thirsty after how hard you've been working today." 

-Inspiration from work

To Teach

I placed my hands at my lips, breathing deep as I closed my eyes. Focusing. Trying to think. I had no idea how this individual had ended up in front of me with so little basic knowledge. Knowledge that I had thought every child had learned in elementary school. Had things progressed so far that the basics were no longer taught? Were children expected to know this before even starting school? Or had this particular individual just missed the lessons? I didn't know. I didn't dare ask. I open my eyes and smile, dropping my hands. "Alright." I said with a shrug. "I can show you how to do that, just give me a moment to grab the proper gear." 

-Inspiration from a social interaction

Feeling Tension

My mind's been whirling today.
Full of ideas.
Full of possibilities

But also, filled with little worries.
Because I'm picking up on the manager's tension at work once more.
Because again the DM is coming to see the store.
And I don't get why everyone gets so worked up everytime about it?
It's become so commonplace it's like...not even worth the effort to freak out about it. 

Yet the tension was there.
And the need to do twelve things at once, definitely there.
So my mind's been whirling.
My body's been running.

So it's no surprise that my shoulders have been tensing.
And there's a growing ache behind my eyes. 

That sleep and food and drink and meds don't seem to be helping.
One of those wait it out type of headaches. 
*exhales*

So for now, I'm ignoring it.
Doing what I can to appease it.
And hope that it just...fades. 

OverRun with Noise

I edged away from the crowds, hands shoved firmly in my pockets to prevent them from going to my ears to cover them. I winced as a girl laughed, one of those grating ear piercing laughs from right behind. How? How could anyone stand to be around this many people? The noise was...I shuddered, searching for the exit. I needed to get out of here. Before I lost my sanity completely to the chaos of having hundreds of people crowded together. This, this was a nightmare, and nothing anyone did could change it from being that. 

-Inspiration from being at Stake Conference

A Cursed Word

Sometimes I feel like there's a jinx involved when headaches are mentioned.
Because like it's often that people would be like "Do you have a headache?"
And I actually don't. 
And so I'm like "No I don't!" 
And then....like do I tense myself up? With wondering. Do I have a headache? AM i going to GET a headache?
And therefore....
Give myself a headache?
All from someone just asking me if I had one?

*shakes head* 

Cus that's kinda what happened today at work.
one of my coworkers asked me if I had a migraine today.
And I was like "NOPE!" 
And then like not five minutes later....
I could feel a headache starting behind my eyes.

From tension?
Probably.
It was a busy Saturday and I was tense and running all over and agh....

It was kinda just hovering there on the edges for like the last couple of hours of my shift.
And hit a bit stronger when I got home.
But thankfully some food, water, advil and an internet distraction made it go away quickly.

Still.
Maybe I should knock on wood next time someone brings up headaches.
To prevent me from getting one....

On the Run

My hands tightened on the wheel, my posture straightening as the flashing blue and red lights appeared behind me.
"Nothing to see here." I mumbled, watching the approaching lights in my review mirror. I was going the speed limit, I was staying out of the fast lane. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just another one of your average joes, heading home after a long day at work. 
I exhaled as the cop sped past me on the left, heading who knew where. 
But thankfully, not after me.
I eased on the gas a little. The sooner I got off the freeway and onto the side roads, the better. 

-Inspiration from seeing multiple cop cars out tonight

Disappear

He reached out and grabbed my hand, holding onto it tightly.
I gasped as warmth ran through me, my fading figure, becoming more solid the longer he held onto me. I looked up into his warm brown eyes. "Why?" I whispered, confused at the gesture.
He gave a half shrug, smiling at me. "No one deserves to fade away." 

-Inspiration from listening to the song Disappear