After a Weekend's Headache...

...Literally.

Well, happy Monday to all. I'm back up on my feet (slightly) after spending the entire weekend fighting with a nasty headache. I literally slept most of the weekend away due to an awful pounding and grinding pain in the back of my head that refused to cease. Apparently what I should've done to start with was swallow some Benadryl and Ibuprofen and take an hour's nap. I finally broke and did that late last night and have felt much better since.

I'm chalking it up to either sinus or allergy issues. I'm prone to both.

Anyway. I'm back up on my feet again, and my sister and I apparently are gonna hit the town today... surprisingly during daylight hours. She and I are both creatures of the night, so being out in daylight will bear interesting. She wants to hit Peachtree City (PTC as we Newnan kids call it) and see about buying me another pair of white shoes.

My little sister is an amazing artist. When it comes to artistic talent, I bow to her. I bought a pair of $5 tennis shoes, and she colored them up for me. So now I have an awesome pair of Mario-themed tennis shoes, which I'm wearing as I type. She said if I take her to PTC and buy another pair of shoes, she'd make me a pair of shoes in a Luigi motif. I have an awesome sister, and I'm gonna miss spending time with her once I go back to school in August.

See, she and I are more alike than we like to let on. We're prone to finishing each other's thoughts sometimes. Her friends get frightened when she and I say the same quote at the same time in the exact same voice. We're both artistic, but in separate methods. We both draw, but she's more for "trippy surrealism" while I'm more of a "modern cartoon" artist. We both write, but I'm more prone to scribble stories than her. On this escapade we'll be doing today, we'll be getting more ideas for our semi-fanfiction story we're working on. She said she'll do some drawings for it if I write the story out. We might post it online somewhere soon. Details on that are later.

Anyway, I guess I've rambled enough. Time to dry this mop I call hair and get on my way.