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I’m back and in the best mood I’ve been in for…hm. Months? Months and months, even.

I returned my rental car about an hour ago and now all I want to do is curl up on my bed and watch a crapload of TiVo. Except that I can’t because apparently my satellite receiver took a dump the day after I left for Washington and nothing recorded for the past nine days. NINE DAYS. Dear god. I probably missed an incredibly deep episode of Daisy of Love or Charm School. (yes, I’m actually TiVo’ing that shit. What? WHAT? HEY. It’s for the lolz!)

This is the first time ever where I’ve actually felt a physical rush of relief following the festival. No more worrying about budgets and timelines and supplies and e-mails for at least three or four months. Or possibly less. Dunno. People are so wound around the axel about the myriad possibilities for next year’s festival that I have a feeling the work will start up far sooner than Jared and I would like it to. But I guess that’s the price we pay for eternal festival glory. (ha)

At any rate, I just feel pretty wonderful right now. The rest of my summer is all riches and rewards. Just the one class for the next month and then a three-week break between terms, and I’m loving this class so it’s cheesecake to me. Then the super unbelievable sexy pseudo-goth awesomeness of Depeche Mode in two weeks…honestly, this is the crown jewel in my summer fun; I don’t think I’ve shut up about it since I bought the tickets back in March. And a couple days after DM, it’s camping for a solid week. Glorious. All I need now is for the weather to cooperate (i.e. STOP WITH THE TRIPLE DIGITS) and it’s all gravy.

Actually, what would be gravy is getting The Couch Dweller to relocate to someone else’s sofa. Typically I like to spend this day every year just being by myself, catching up on e-mails, pampering the cats, idly unpacking and doing a bit of clean-up from whatever The Roommate has managed to untidy while I’m gone. It’s a solitude I appreciate very much, especially considering that my transition from Fest Vacation to Not Vacation is rather abrupt. This year, though, it’s been less than restful. I get up this morning to begin my puttering, and I can’t do anything in the front of the house because The Couch Dweller is sound asleep AND SNORING. So I make a quick cup of tea and settle down in the front of my computer, only to be interrupted about half an hour later by The Couch Dweller, who is now awake and wants to be all up in my grill about my vacation and everything I did while on it.

This would make sense if we were, y’know, buddies and all. But our relationship is nothing like that. And what made it even worse is that he has never been able to recognize the subtle signs of someone not wanting to have a conversation. You know how it is…you don’t want to talk, so you give off the Go Away Vibe by giving very short, unemotional answers to the other person’s questions until they get the hint and back off. But The Couch Dweller is about as perceptive as a wall. So the fact that my gentle Go Away Vibe quickly turned into my shrieking Fuck Off Vibe was completely lost on him. Instead, I had to take the “I’m going to take a ripe, hairy dump now” approach by grabbing the nearest book and ducking my bathroom, where I waited a few minutes to make sure he was actually gone before coming back out.

These games, they get old. I just kinda want my normal home life back.

I have to admit, he gained a few points by helping me to unpack the rental car. Though he lost them all again plus ones he didn’t even have by telling me we were out of detergent and I needed to add it to my shopping list. Something you really only expect paying roommates to say.

At any rate, I’m back, things are returning to (relatively) normal, and I will finally have time to do the finer things in life…like sleep.

That’s pretty much how I feel at this point.

I don’t know if something was already brewing or if Washington did a dirty and shoved my immune system down the stairs when I wasn’t looking, but I am rocking the most incredible combination of migraine, chest congestion, and nausea that I’ve ever encountered. The migraine itself has been in effect since about 10am yesterday morning as I was dropping  my rental car off at the airport, and it would seem that no amount of pain reliever will work to alleviate it.

I wish this was a hangover. Hell, it started out by feeling like a hangover when I crawled out of bed yesterday after a late Friday night of partying with friends. But once I got back here to California, it became crystal clear that I was dying on the vine.  I couldn’t even make it all the way home, instead opting to stop at my parents’ house for a nap and some more aspirin on top of the dose I’d already taken at SeaTac airport.

The worst part is that I was supposed to go to my Cousin Juls’ and Cousin Erin’s 30th birthday bash last night. I actually would’ve, but my dad came home from work, took one look at me draped listlessly across the couch, and declared me officially Out of Order. I drove home and flopped into bed, where my cats proceeded to cover me with their extremely warm and fuzzy bodies. So not what I wanted or needed.

And now here I am…blah. I can’t call in sick to work this week, though on the bright side, there’s nothing major due at school until March 2nd. Still. I want to be able to stay home and die quietly, buried underneath a mound of bedding and felines.

I would also like to eat solid food sometime soon…