The Nesting Urge

So, apparently, according to my all my co-workers, I am starting my nesting urge. I took the last two days of work last week, to clean my office cubicle. I threw out all the junk I didn't need, dusted my files and made sure everything was setup nicely for my temp in March. Yeah, and they all laughed at me, cause they think I am nesting. It might be true. Cause yesterday, what did Lee and I do all day? We cleaned the house. Seriously. We filed all the important documents, junked all the un-needed stuff and through out tons of trash. The place looks really nice now. Later, we saw my parents for a belated birthday dinner. We stayed late to watch Star Wars Episode III with them. That was a fun. I think mom really enjoyed it. Dad was kind of indifferent. (Surprise, surprise.) But overall, I had a nice visit.

And of course, no entry would be complete without my sleep woes. I woke up at 3am with a headache and incredible nausea. Not just regular nausea. Incredible nausea. It did not feel like I was hungry. I think it was a gas...thingy. Everytime I sat up, I burped and felt a bit better. Lee was up with me, trying to comfort me. He kept suggesting I eat something. But I didn't think I could do it. Eventually, I broke down. I took 2 Tylenol and drank some ginger ale. That seemed to help. The headache and nausea went away. Lee and I stayed up eating chocolate ice cream and watched a re-run of SNL hosted by Bill Murray. It was so old, Will Farrell was still on the show. Bill even did a skit with Chevy Chase. You know it is sad, when the veteran guests are actually funnier than the regular cast. Oh, how SNL has fallen.

I went back to bed and had a wierd dream about "War of the Worlds" which later ended up at a burlesque. And that is all I am going to say about that.