It's 10:19pm

and I'm still awake and not feeling good. As I told Paul, I'm teetering between feeling really shitty and feeling fine, and that sucks. I left work around 2:00 today because my temperature was slowly rising and I had one of those kinds of headaches that felt as if my head was going to split wide open and my brain was going to fall out and make a huge, bloody mess. Sorry for the graphic-ness, but that's how it felt. And four Advil didn't help all that much - I still had to sleep for 3 hours when I got home to get it to remotely go away. I then had an awesome conversation with my brother - it lasted over an hour, and in case you were wondering, yes, we're both big talkers. Lol...

Paul went to prayer tonight, and just got home. I watched "The Jane Austen Book Club" and it was great. I'm hopefully going to the doctor tomorrow to see what's going on. And now, I'm still tired. Just as a note, my birthday sucked for the most part (for those of you who didn't know, it was yesterday). It was an emotional weekend to begin with (I was severely missing my family) and although church was great, the rest of the day was...not so great. I don't like making a big deal of birthdays at all, but the emotionalism of the weekend just ruined it for me. I got to see "27 Dresses" on Saturday, and that was good. Paul is an awesome husband, and tries really hard to empathize with me about being so far from home, and I was stupid and we fought about it. We're fine now, but it just messed things up yesterday. Oh, and his family is a bit crazy. So yeah...my faith in birthdays is diminishing rapidly. I guess that's what happens when you get older...

OK, my bed is calling. Love to all...