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Sep. 8th, 2005 10:41 pmMy head hurts.
I've been getting headaches a lot recently. I guess it's just another side effect of this damn lockout, along with the daily low grade stomach pain and the tendency to burst into tears at random moments. Bleargh.
I've got two part time jobs now: one selling sheet music, just like I did all through high school and university (damn retail), and one courtesy of the awesome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mystery_diva, doing something that involves computers and sitting at a desk. Guess which one sounds like more fun! I had my first shift at the music store today. It was fine. Actually, it was really slow, which was just bizarre, because September is the busiest time of the year for a music store (all the kids going back to lessons and band). I'm used to mayhem. This...was not. It'll be fine, though, I'm sure. I think I'm going to be pretty tired for the next few months, though, because I'm going to be working 6 days a week, and really random start times, too.
To celebrate my last day of freedom, I took myself to the cinema yesterday: The 40-Year-Old Virgin. It was (mostly) very funny. I love Seth Rogan. And Paul Rudd. I had all sorts of emotional reactions to it afterward, but they all went away after I watched So You Think You Can Dance (shut up, dancing is awesome). So that's good. Oh, and at the movie there was a preview for Serenity (yay!), which I was actually a little disappointed by (boo!). It looked very action movie, which is not really what I think of when I think of Firefly. I mean, yes, there's action, but there's also lots of stillness, and the character interaction is just as important, if not more. I'm hoping that was just an attempt to draw in people who aren't familiar with the series by giving them excitement rather than quips.
I'm going to bed now. It's a good thing I don't have chronic headaches, because that's my instinctive reaction to the pain: go to bed. Medication? Nah, sleep. Then tomorrow and Saturday I'm at the music store again, and Sunday I have to finish off my last 6 hours of picketing. And then it's a new week and it starts all over again. Yay?
I've been getting headaches a lot recently. I guess it's just another side effect of this damn lockout, along with the daily low grade stomach pain and the tendency to burst into tears at random moments. Bleargh.
I've got two part time jobs now: one selling sheet music, just like I did all through high school and university (damn retail), and one courtesy of the awesome
mystery_diva, doing something that involves computers and sitting at a desk. Guess which one sounds like more fun! I had my first shift at the music store today. It was fine. Actually, it was really slow, which was just bizarre, because September is the busiest time of the year for a music store (all the kids going back to lessons and band). I'm used to mayhem. This...was not. It'll be fine, though, I'm sure. I think I'm going to be pretty tired for the next few months, though, because I'm going to be working 6 days a week, and really random start times, too.To celebrate my last day of freedom, I took myself to the cinema yesterday: The 40-Year-Old Virgin. It was (mostly) very funny. I love Seth Rogan. And Paul Rudd. I had all sorts of emotional reactions to it afterward, but they all went away after I watched So You Think You Can Dance (shut up, dancing is awesome). So that's good. Oh, and at the movie there was a preview for Serenity (yay!), which I was actually a little disappointed by (boo!). It looked very action movie, which is not really what I think of when I think of Firefly. I mean, yes, there's action, but there's also lots of stillness, and the character interaction is just as important, if not more. I'm hoping that was just an attempt to draw in people who aren't familiar with the series by giving them excitement rather than quips.
I'm going to bed now. It's a good thing I don't have chronic headaches, because that's my instinctive reaction to the pain: go to bed. Medication? Nah, sleep. Then tomorrow and Saturday I'm at the music store again, and Sunday I have to finish off my last 6 hours of picketing. And then it's a new week and it starts all over again. Yay?