the week in review

After the migraine on Monday I thought my head was going to be a calm sea for at least a month, so I was pretty surprised to get another one this morning. It was over in an hour, after which I had lunch and a bar of chocolate (for medicinal purposes - incidentally, I quite want to lobby to replace the school's Nestlé vending machine with a Cadbury's one; I feel we're getting subpar and morally inferior chocolate), and now I feel reasonably good. Slightly worried, though. I don't want these things to get any more frequent.

Neurological events excepted, it was a good short leave. Cambridge was lovely though brief; Sam and I found a bar we'd never been in before and had ice cream cocktails, then as we walked back the sun was setting behind King's in a rosy blaze, you know the kind of thing, and I was all "look! look!" Sam looked; I gestured at the sky. "Oh. I thought you were talking about the Mercedes." I think Cambridge inures you to it.

Vicky's plays were terrifying, although going out with the actors afterwards helped. We sat outside, without heat lamps (though heat lamps always make me want to go to sleep, which is probably dangerous outside a pub in January); we were all quite wrought-up and giggled a lot and promised ourselves that we would never throw an engagement party in the Maypole, which is what the people inside the pub were doing. The next morning I went to London, where my mother and I were unexpectedly amused by "Un Chien Andalou", ate a lot of ice cream, and failed to find the King's College library. (Upon investigation, there are tons of them, all scattered around town.) And I read "The Interpretation of Murder", which made me feel much more charitable towards Freud than I usually do. (Mostly what annoys me is how confident he always seems about his conclusions, all "ta-daaah!" I admit this is a little petty.)

Since then I've finished watching "Friday Night Lights", which makes being married to a football coach, having a child with preternaturally straight hair, and living in Texas look really, really appealing, and started rereading "Border Crossing". Pat Barker, write more books.