Feeling Almost Human

I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours being a zombie-like lump. Not exactly awake but not sleeping either. My head hurt enough that I went for the heavy duty meds, Maxalt. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Either way it leaves me feeling funky and not in a good way so you know it really has to hurt for me to go that route.

Yesterday, Anny Cook awarded me the “Blogging with a Purpose” award. Thank you, Anny. The rules are that I must now award this to five different people who haven’t already received it. Difficult for me since I read so few blogs faithfully and some of the ones I’d choose were selected previously. After some very groggy thought, I’ve decided on Kelly Kirch, Sayora Poirier, J.J.Hebert, R. Paul Sardanas, and Angela Guillaume.

And now for a little rant…captchas, otherwise knows as word verifications. Yes, I understand their purpose. Yes, I see why they are necessary. What I don’t get is why some of them are made so damn impossible to read. Really, if the simple, block letter ones work then what’s with the squiggly, linked together, curly ones? They make my head hurt on a good day. Not to mention reminding me that it really is time to schedule an appointment with my eye doctor. But if they give you a second and third chance and then finally give you one you actually have a chance at copying why can’t they start with that one in the first place? Perhaps it's the self-willed computers messing with us.

Well that's it for today. Mouse is here giving me a look that says we're overdue for naptime. Since I know better than to argue, I'm going to refill my ice pack and join him like the good girl I am. *snort*