Dinner for one, two nights in a row...

Friday, Sean kindly informed me that he's hangin' out with his friend. I decide that I'm going to treat myself to a steak dinner [I just got paid], cooked by yours truly.

It sucked.

I had cubed up potatos as a side, and those were gross, too. I'm not sure what I was thinking, normally the food I cook comes out right. Unfortunately, this was not one of those times. The potatos were still a little raw, so I microwaved them. I was able to down some of the food when I gave up and headed to Dairy Queen.

Saturday, slept in. Wish I would've stayed awake after receiving call from Elzilla, but no, I stayed in bed. Woke up a few hours later, [around noon] with an odd but painful feeling on the left side of my brain. It moved to my left eye. Then the searing pain began. I did not know what to do, before Sean left to run errands I kindly asked him to give me some extra strength Tylenol [the only thing in the apartment], and swallowed two pills with a lot of water. My upper body started to shake. I walked to the bathroom as I felt extremely nauseous but was too weak to support myself, so I went back to the bedroom. I fought the nausea, wondering if I should just let loose all over the floor but my concious kept telling me, "Do you really wanna clean up the floor after this is all said and done?" I believe I walked to and from the bathroom to my bedroom about five times when I finally felt the rumble in my tummy and upchucked all the water I had forced down. [Hey, at least it was water]. It hurt, I stumbled to the bed, the pain in my head was stronger than ever. "Why's it still hurt so bad?" I kept thinking. I tossed and turn until I finally found a comfortable position. My head tilted back a little with my right index finger pressed onto my left eyelid, trying to put pressure on the pain. I had never felt like this before, which worries me. I get migraines maybe once, twice a month, and this has been the worst so far.

I woke up a couple hours later, just in time to take a shower. We were to meet the real estate agent about an apartment. I felt so gross, but managed to get my act together. After we met with the agent, Sean informed me he was hanging out with his brother. I didn't care, I felt weak and wanted to be alone. He leaves, I lay down, but I start to get hungry. I couldn't think of anything appealing, except for salmon. Blackened salmon with lemon. I went to the grocery store, picked out a filet and cooked the sonvabitch and let me tell you, it was good. It felt a little odd in my stomach but at least I was full. Did I mention it was good?

You know, it was lonely without Sean. You know, not hearing the gun shots from the living room cause he's playing with the Xbox Live. It was okay though, after the altercation with my brain the day before, I needed some alone time.

I watched a lot of tele this weekend, there was a commercial that caught my eye [I'm big into commercials].It's the one where the woman is off on a business trip on a sunny beach. She calls her significant other to whine about how she’s not really enjoying the trip because he’s not there with her, then as she’s about to check out, the clerk tells her that she’s scheduled to stay for two more days…She looks surprised, then her significant other comes from behind, grabs her suitcase, walks away, she turns around, he signals her to follow.

Sigh.

Man, I want a relationship like that Marriot commercial. [Do I watch too much TV or what]

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I go around thinking, "Romance, what's that?" Sean has given me his fair share of romance. But then again, his idea of romance is burping away from my face.

WAIT!

He does [did] the flower thing. He gives me flowers. He leaves me silly notes. So yes, he has a romantic side.

Blech. Tomorrow's MONDAY. I think I'm well rested [there's a divot on the left side of the bed the shape of my body], I will embrace this week.