Silver Streaks

It wasn't often I caught sight of one with silver strands in their hair. So the fact that I'd been caught red handed and opened mouth staring at the woman who had such hair...was not surprising. I mean, on such a young face, the silver streaks seemed to glimmer with an ethereal light, creating a beauty to her that could not be matched by those who hair was not yet turning grey. I found myself breathless. Yearning to start a conversation, yet unsure how to do so. What could I say? How would she even react if I brought it up. I didn't know. Yet I found myself walking up to her, distracted by how the light danced on those strands as she moved. This, this was one I wanted to get to know. If only for an instance.

-Inspiration from an encounter at work

Writing Strain

Am I surprised to end up with another headache?
No not really. 

I usually end up with one when I try to spend the day writing.
Why?
Because writing ends up using a lot of thinking power. Trying to get the right tone, the right words, the right sequence of events. Plus research to make sure things are being portrayed accurately. 
It doesn't help to be sitting in front of a bright screen, trying to make the words flow....

*exhales*
Yah the ache behind my eyes is well expected if not welcome. 

Shaky Shaky

It went nuclear last night. My headache.
I'd thought it would be just a minor one that would go away with sleep.
But no.
It was definitely a really bad one.
Bad enough that I ended up making friends with the toilet. XP never fun.

But when it finally came time for me to go to work.
I was still suffering.
The headache was still there, my stomach was rolling, a felt shaky and weak...

And so ended up leaving work early just to see if I could rest and recover.
Because thankfully the headache did disappear once I got to work.
But the rest of my symptoms did not, and I could feel the headache threatening to come back at any moment.
So I called it quits. I did what I could to make sure my department was up and running.
And then went home early to rest and recover.
Hopefully I'll be back to normal by tomorrow. We'll see. 

Stressing?

Ended up with a slight headache today.
Not sure exactly which culprits are causing it.
But I'm guessing I'm just getting a bit worn out socialwise with having to meet up and talk to people when I don't particularly want to.
Perhaps I'm also trying to fight away a cold before it becomes a cold.
Or I'm not sleeping exactly right.
Or I'm just tensing myself up with how intent I get into trying to write....

In any case.
There's a faint ache behind my eyes...
And I hope it doesn't stay too long.

Make It End

I could feel my mind becoming more mushy as the meeting dragged on. Minute after minute, second after agonizing second. My eyes were glued to the clock, not even pretending to be paying attention anymore. After all, I could probably quite exactly what had been talked about in the last twenty minutes in two seconds. This. This was why I hated meeting. Because it ended up being a good forty minutes of my coworkers hemming and hawing and what-iffing things to death. 
I'd already given my opinion ages ago, and honestly that opinion had been tossed aside like so much garbage, so why should I even try to participate in this. 
No, my eyes flickered to the doorway, no perhaps I could gradually slip away without them noticing. After all, I doubted they'd miss me. I was the outcast of the group after all. So why even bother pretending that I was feeling included?
My fingers twitched. I knew exactly why. Because if I left suddenly they'd come after me wanting to know what was wrong. If only I had a reason to not be here. Another something to get to. Unfortunately...I didn't. And making up a reason to leave would only mean I'd have to remember that I had made up a reason to leave if the others decided to randomly remember I'd suddenly left.
I gritted my teeth. I could do this. Honestly if it was only supposed to be an hour meeting then I would have a perfect excuse to leave then. I just needed to wait....but waiting was so unbearable. 

-Inspiration from being bored at a meeting.

If I Ever- Invent a New Paint

If I Ever invent a new paint.

It's going to be a paint that can go on roadways that actually SHOWS up when it's raining outside. A paint that probably is actually some sort of solar reflector, that gathers light from the sun or the streetlights and when it gets dark out, or stormy out, makes them glow. So you can actually see the lines on the road. There's no worry about them fading. The paint would be highly reflective so even if the solar panel part of the paint breaks or doesn't get enough light, it would still work. 

That way when you're driving in a pouring rainstorm in the middle of the night on a road that's under construction where the lines have faded to the point of being barely visible....
You won't have to worry about accidentally drifting into another lane, or the wrong side of the road.
Because the reflector paint would tell you exactly where you were.

No More Socialness

There's always a slight pressure/tension involved when there's an expectation to go be social. 
To have obligations to meet up for meetings for groups or to hang with friends, and basically suddenly have my week fill up with all these unexpected hangouts and such...
It stresses me out. 
The pressure, especially when I have a limited social battery to begin with. 
So to have these expectations, especially when there are a handful of these meetings and social expectations that I don't want to get involved in because I have no interest in meetings... 
*exhales*
It's tensing. It's stressful. 
And it causes me headaches because really, there are days that I just don't want to people. 
Peopling is hard.