painkiller in 2013-2014

Three Days Grace's Painkiller is my concert methadone. I want a concert baaad. Fortunately, there's the AFI/Linkin Park/30 Seconds to Mars show next month. ALL. THE. FIRE.

Anyway, this entry is to say that I took today off and have spent it either in bed or on the couch, in relative quiet and dark, fending off the sinus headaches trying to rebound. I think I've been successful. The only chemical I've allowed is caffeine. I'm still stuffy, though. Just not throbbing.

Lena, however, has had a Bad Day. First she got her flea medicine, because somehow she got herself fleas. Then she licked it and ran in frantic circles, foaming at the mouth uncontrollably until I caught her, wiped her off, and got some tasty things in her mouth to mask it. (Apparently cats foam at bitter things.) Then she trolled Sheppy and he trolled back, snapping at her, and sending her skittering upstairs to her room. I pet her for awhile, ascertained that she was unharmed, and left. 15 minutes later, she was still there. When I went to check on her, because I had left her rolling in unplugged Christmas lights and didn't want a strangled kitty, I couldn't find her until I turned around. There she was, sitting behind the door and staring at me. Sulky cat.

So I threw a mouse stuffed with fresh catnip in the room, cracked the door shut, and waited until I heard delighted, stoneriffic meows. She's since been quite mellow. Imagine that.

The real highlight of today is that I finally answered the phone from my private student loan. They're a lot nicer later at night for some reason, and the guy called at 9:30, so I answered. The day shift is unhelpful and irritating. Anyway, we worked out a payment schedule that I like a lot.

NAMELY BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY LOOKED AT MY HISTORY AND REALIZED THAT THEY OWE ME OVER $400 CASH FOR GRADUATING IN 2009.

NO ONE HAS EVER MENTIONED THIS BEFORE.

IT'S BEING DIRECT DEPOSITED IN MY BANK ACCOUNT TO DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH.

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS.

GOD IS LAUGHING AT ME.

Half is going to pay for June, since my forbearance ended at a funny time while I was on vacation. The other half I will either use for the move, or throw back at the loan if I find a job, whatever.

Bwuh.

Doors and windows have metaphorically been closing for two months, almost, slowly, one by one, leaving me in an increasingly stifling hallway and I'm pretty sure that hungry raccoons are in the ceiling.

But now there is a breeze.

And I'm pretty sure I can see a crack of daylight, shaped like a door.

I'm kind of afraid to blink.