Last weekend was the most active I've been in a while.
On Friday, I hung out with a friend until the wee hours of the morning and had such a good time that I felt almost normal. But I was, of course, totally overmedicating to compensate for the nearly immediate migrainous repercussions of hysterical laughter. So, I rested for most of Saturday. Then, on Sunday, I woke feeling good enough to attend a festival just a few blocks away from my house, so we walked on over in the early afternoon and loitered until I was done. I ate some unimpressive yet wholly satisfying calamari and sat on the ground a lot. It was more fun than it sounds.
Then I went to my parents' house that evening, spent some time with my family and ate well. Overmedicated some more to compensate for the migrainous effects of excessive conversation and more laughter.
Then, I rested for three days.
Today, I wanted to rejoin the world, maybe take a very short walk to gently break my unwilling hibernation.
But my sunglasses are missing. I left them at my parents' house. It's less than a mile away, but might as well be on the moon.
I'm trapped in a house of dim, surrounded by glare.
Shiny, bright beams of blaring blaze blind, blur, dazzle me, into a daze of hazy pain.
So I'm sitting inside and pouting and waiting for help.
Thinking about that calamari. It was extra crispy.