I started it off waking up at 10 with some allergy problems, but nothing major. I took some plain 'old benadryl to bring a little extra relief because the Alavert itself wasn't cutting it, and 20 minutes later I was asleep on the couch. It doesn't make me drowsy all the time, but when it does... yowza.
I woke up at 1 and kind of bopped around a little bit. Took the beagle out, thought about taking a shower, checked e-mail, watered plants, etc. Then Faith came home and we went out to have coffee with Jen from Salem and I feel a little bit better now.
Afterward we went to go see Little Miss Sunshine, which I really enjoyed. The second it started, the first thought I had in my head was, "Wow. This is such a Matt movie." As it went on it only became more and more Matt-would-really-like-this-esque. In fact, Paul Dano even looks remotely like Matt did when he was younger and decided to dye his longer hair black. The only catch for Matt would/will be the end. The end will probably ruin it for him. Is it sick and/or sad that I know that? Steve Carrell is seriously, the cutest ever by the way. I really like him all fuzzy. Anyway, I was impressed with Dano and I'm pretty excited to see him in Where the Wild Things Are. SENDAK + SPIKE JONZE = OTP, FTW!
Seriously though, I want to see just about every movie in the previews. The Science of Sleep looks gorgeous and adorable. Since it's coming from the director of E.T.O.S.M, I'm pretty sure it'll be brilliant. The Black Dahlia looks like a good, suspenseful flick and I'm interested to see Josh Hartnett continue to have "serious" roles. The whole "it consumed our lives" thing reminds me an awful lot of The Virgin Suicides, but I'm definitely going to see it. Man... and I still haven't seen Thumbsucker yet, and I rilly rilly wanna.
Then we got a plant from IKEA, and went to Acme for Open Mic Night... just in time for John's last apparently (at least, for awhile). He's moving to Desmoine to take his relationship with Barbie (not lyin', folks.) to the next level, and I'm really happy for him. I think he really wants to start settling down. Anyway, we're going to see Triple Espresso either Wednesday or Thursday. His last days in the TC. Kinda bums me out. I feel like I didn't really fully appreciate his presence up here, but then again I haven't even really talked to Jason, Lisa, or Haliegh either. I am a bad, bad cousin.
I also think I may be in bad, bad health. I am probably going to call a Doctor tomorrow, because I have a sneaking suspicion that my kidney infection is not better. I still have pains in my lower back, and it's troublesome. Furthermore, my appetite today was shot to hell. I ate a little food (we're talking, a half a pita with hummus small), and I felt so full I thought I was going to throw up. It's awful, and now I'm having a bit of a hypoglycemic episode as a result. Not on. I even made myself some hillbilliy hashbrowns, which I normally enjoy, and I couldn't even begin to finish them. I had a PBJ a few minutes ago, and now I'm just waiting for the blood sugar to normalize so I can get my butt to bed. I really want to wake up and get some stuff done tomorrow.
Also, I feel like crap because I totally miss Matt even more after that movie. I can't believe it hasn't been a year yet. It has been 8 months, and I know this is horribly cliche but it literally feels like it's been eons. I miss him so much it physically hurts. This whole situation is so frustrating. I feel like he needs it, but I'm so upset about where it puts me. I hate it so fucking much it makes me want to spit and cry and scream and pound my fists raw. I loathe it with every fiber of me. Every day my heart rages against it, and what's even worse is knowing that there is literally nothing I can do to make it better. He's not here, he wont be until December, and there is no negotiation. What's worse is I haven't heard from him in awhile. A full two weeks, actually... but that's because I haven't replied to his last e-mail and he's currently in Belgium. God, this love bullshit makes me feel like I'm choking.
I feel very stressed. One week 'til school, y'all.