Well, yesterday was one of the worst days of this year.
I woke up and got dressed. As I put on my socks I noticed that my peripheral vision was wonky and that is a clear indication that I was getting a migraine. This was my second migraine in about 6 months (which is good or bad depending on how you look at it). I tried to call work a couple of times to say that I was going to be sick for the day, but finally gave up, went to bed and left the message with Sean and Francis.
At 2 my migraine broke and I was in a state of post-migraine-haziness. I decided to go for a walk to the grocery store to clear my head and get some food because I hadn't eaten anything all day.
A while later I got a phone call from my landlord. She was calling to ask me if I had told my bank to not allow direct debits to come from my account. Of course I hadn't!! Didn't I remember when she told me to do that last week? WHAT!!!??? YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT... So after assuring me a week ago that no more money would be debited from my account, a huge sum of money had been debited from my account (going into my interest-charging overdraft) grrrrr.
After an angry angry good-bye, I went to get my phone card and bank card so I could call HSBC. But I couldn't find my wallet.
So now I've lost my wallet with all identification and 50 quid, a quarter of my tuition has been drawn from my account and I'm feeling like absolute shit because of my migraine.
I headed out the door to go back to Tesco's. They did have my wallet with all money intact. I should not really be allowed out of the house while in a migraine-stupor.
This put the rent-debiting in perspective and I watched tv for the rest of the day.
Postscript: The boys decided to spruce up my "migraine" excuse by telling the office that I was taking the day off because I was soooo hungover and that I had been escorted home that morning by a guy they had never met before (none of this is true!). Jenn called me at lunch to ask me who had walked me home that morning, and warned me against sleeping with gay men (she knew that I had had fantastic cocktails with a gay man the night before). Thanks for the advice Jenn! The boys believe that their "British sarcasm" was lost on Jenn.
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